There is this game where 2 (or more) people say anything out loud at the same time that comes to mind. It can be any noun, any adjective, any small sentence or description. The objective is then to step closer together in the universe of possibilities by finding the middle concept between what’s been said.
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example 1:
Player 1 says “stampede”
Player 2 says “a butterfly landed on me”
The middle might be “meadow”.
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example 2:
Player 1 says “pouring rain”
Player 2 says “gilded mirror”
Might the middle not be “puddle” or lead it’s way to “reflection”?
*This is the 1st time I’ve played with myself.
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example 3:
Player 1 says “pontificate”
Player 2 says “well I’ll be”
This is where players will have to *at the same time* begin spouting words after 1,2,3, to meet in the middle, eventually.
One might offer “thoughts”, “pondering”, “opinion”, “sermon”.
These words will then lead to another destination that is unattached from the original word.
It’ll sometimes lead through a vacation out of the cosmos, but hang tight: you’ll get home together.
There is a metaphor in this, & like every foreign film I’ve respected for not spelling out the conclusion; I’ll leave you to interpreting your own design.
This morning was an early one. I awoke before sunrise, when the darkness molecules were all still packed tightly in the room together. Slowly watched the tree silhouette emergence- contrasting against a small grey sky, the size of a window- that would hold not a bell or whistle for the fancy sunrise show I’d hoped for.
I lay in the dark flirting with poetry.
A candle really knows what to do. How to light up a room. 1 flame! 1 flame can really remind you that fire is a relative of the sun. Every candle burning- the baby brother…
Commanding the room as we speak. Trimming the wick is akin to sunscreen. Everything requires at least a moderate amount of care to be it’s best.
I do not want to imply that it is Human intervention required for all to function best; au contraire. And still, there is an operating system far beyond our hands.
Our hands come in so many forms. Care. Desperation. Greed. Concern. Curiosity.
To touch the earth with only presence. With only love. That’s the best one.
How to get back to that middle place.