Fear of heights

Why be so afraid to grow?
Higher, higher.

They might take me down.
I might come crashing down.

Down you say.

Might you be down now?

Then you know what down is.
You know what down does.
You know the love of down.

Ah, you want to go downer.
Quite natural, I say.

How many of you are deep sea divers,
how many of you are deep soul divers?

You want to dive deeper,
you want to dive downer.

In the depths your rage and my rage are indistinguishable,
your fear and my fear made of the same stuff.
Your love and my love, in love, in love.

Now that you know this, ascend, ok?

Heights are only scary because the depths are (still) calling to you.


New year – same blog, same uncertainty

Some of my future posts might sound like ‘advice’ on ‘life’. I want to dedicate this post to stating that as a human being I know nothing and that this is an agonising state to be in and at the same time such a relief and so beautiful. See previous post. For this reason anything I write will be in the pursuit of clarity, knowing full well that words will always only be words. For you and for me.

I am feeling self-conscious because I know how easily this type of writing can become a cliché or even a distraction. We all need different things at different times. Distractions can work wonders.

Starting this new year I need: to see words, to share, to connect – and then to go out and immerse myself so deeply in the uncertainty of life that the only words that stick might be “I know nothing”.

What do you need?