For many years, without fail,
warm spring>
hot summer>
cool fall>
or frigid winter….
my father threw down the same trope before sliding behind the driver’s seat and pulling down our driveway.
You know Gail, the road runs both ways.
His clever way of saying, Why don’t you drive up to see us next time.
Yesterday in my creative workshop a fellow participant thanked the friends he tagged for engaging with his work. He’s been a somewhat reluctant publisher, but dances regularly through comments to other’s daily posts.
I found myself blindsided by my father’s voice….
You know Gail, the road runs both ways.
For much of my life, I thought of communication as a river. Either somebody needed to tell me something, or I needed to tell them. I had all kinds of perceptions about who was better or who knew more. I was either receiving information or passing it along.
Today I understand that we create a better world when the road runs both ways.
What do you think of that?
In case you’re interested, I once was gifted this article about metaphors.
It appears that Henri’s look is saying much the same. “Two legs! Isn’t it obvious this road goes both ways? Don’t stop now!”
Perhaps illustrating today’s J Krishnamurti comment about freeing ourselves from words. So we (Henri) can look and listen instead. That quote from today ended, “...the mind extraordinarily alert.”
Without getting sidetracked by the question, “Do dogs have minds,” the image suggests a state of being “extraordinarily alert.”
I’ll be working on my dog mind shortly, but first some thinking...