The Glass Unicorn

In memory everything seems to happen to music. ~TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, The Glass Menagerie The Glass Unicorn

I ran across my friend Tock San’s ( http://tocksin.wordpress.com/2014/12/10/we-are-beings-with-a-mind-emotions-and-a-will/ ) blog and the power of the music he shared hit me squarely in the solar-plexus. It is one of Beethoven’s most haunting works. My sister used to play it for hours when she practiced for some recital or another and being a spooky sort of quiet kid, it moved me. I ran across a saying by C.Joybell C. and it just kind of hit me in the same spot. A part of it read “Our bodies have five senses: touch, smell, taste, sight, hearing. But not to be overlooked are the senses of our souls: intuition, peace, foresight, trust, empathy.” At times we tend to walk through life, not live it. We touch our child’s head, smell dinner as it cooks, see a TV show, taste breakfast, and perhaps half arsed hear a conversation we are participating in. I only half gest on the last one, when is the last time you actually listened to what your teenager, friend, coworker, lover, or spouse was saying? And don’t hate on me, I am guilty of it too. I think the problem with living life by the senses, is we forget to live to our full potential, to embrace with trust, or get messy with all that is about us and in the end we miss some vital piece of information, half the story, a few tacos short of a combination platter. You get the gist, we make assumptions on less than full information.

The sad part is, within each of our souls we are blessed with the added senses of intuition, peace, foresight, trust and empathy. If we would only be still long enough to feel our way through life instead of clodding on, always looking only at the light at the end of the tunnel, we just might look back and say, “wow, I wouldn’t have done anything different.” Besides, that light? You will get there soon enough, in fact the rumor is, most adults, the closer they get to the end, the more they want it just a little further away because there is still a pile of “what ifs” they forgot to face, to find peace with. Some may wonder why we would want to get in touch with the inner senses? It makes us all soft and mushy, feeling. I believe you’d want to because I go back to, “no man is an island.” You may want to believe living your life by your terms doesn’t affect anyone, but that’s not true and often, if we would just choose to live with a slower passion, awareness and have a little empathy and foresight we might be able to forego a lot of the pain we cause others.

The take from? You may think the pain you give others will go away. But in all honesty, embarrassment and dishonor are the only part of your actions against a person that will stay with them forever and it will rankle and fester. Physical pain, people don’t tend to remember, at least not for long, just ask any woman who’s given birth; humiliation though, they will. And humiliation changes a person, for better or for worse. It will either beat them down so that they stay down, pathetic but weirdly grateful to have their spirit killed and hopes ended because they are so tired of trying, or it will whip them into a froth of defiance, sending them skittering into realms of inner resource they didn’t know they had. Besides in the end, when that light looms near, which do you want to be remembered by, as the person who just lived, a basic nobody really, or as the person who lived with peaceful empathy, who anointed those around them with laughter and light? What’s this got to do with my piano playing sibling? Heck if I know, I just started typing whilst listening to the music and this is where I landed, a little left of center. Just a little high gravity for a Wednesday to make the slide into the weekend more enjoyable, take it for what it’s worth to you. I hope something at least. As for me, I need to make a call to someone in Wyoming.

Outfit:

Dress: Baiastice  @Uber

Hat: Glam Affair @Uber

Stoll: Zibska, Greer @Tales of Fantasy

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5 thoughts on “The Glass Unicorn

  1. . It will either beat them down so that they stay down, pathetic but weirdly grateful to have their spirit killed and hopes ended because they are so tired of trying, or it will whip them into a froth of defiance, sending them skittering into realms of inner resource they didn’t know they had. I like to believe I am that last sentence. I don’t fill peoples lives with happiness and joy, mostly because I am happy but never really made it to joyful. I try every day to be kind to everyone, sometimes I fail, but I do try. I also got way past the what ifs and came to terms with the what was and what is. The light at the end of the tunnel is a myth to me as I believe I have been here before and that I will be again. The journey continues, we don’t know who we were in our other lives because we would spend too much time reliving that one and not enough living this one, this one with whatever cards you were dealt. If we are all just kind to each other and take care of our natural resources we will give those we leave behind purpose, and the purpose is to do the same for those they leave behind. I realize I expect far too much of people and often set myself up for disappointment because of it.. but I have to believe most people actually care about the way they live now, for the way future generations live tomorrow. I would have changed many things, but that is not an option. So Empathy, compassion, Tolerance, Charity, forgiveness and finally acceptance are the senses that are Spirit. Thank you for giving me soooooo many words the last few days Dollface. It brightens my day even when they are a little less than shiny ❤

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