pasture. Underfoot, emerald green grass glistens from the recent
Totally relaxed in each other's company, we're not saying much,
watching a cloud formation above, and a herd of deer foraging on the
ground ahead of us, when suddenly -
out of the blue
- she asks me
I turn to
her. "What do you mean?" I ask. "I
what you do with your
you live. I
to be this
I grin and say, savoring each
"I guess it must be because I eat oats every day, and I drink lots of
too - that must be it" (of course I'm kidding her). "No,
a mile in my boots, and you'll know" I say (now I'm not kidding any
"It has to be someone you
I say. "You mean someone who's earned your
don't you?" she asks. "No I don't mean that. If I
someone, which is to say if I give them my
Then they can
me. But if they have to earn my
first, then that all
Now I know the idea that for someone to have our
they have to first earn it, is rampant. I can tell she has it that
too. She doesn't
as she mulls over what I've just said. Then she asks "What do they
you in?". I pause. It's a
which deserves a simple
won't be easy. So I venture "In the such-ness of it, in the
thus-ness of it all.". Will she
I'm not sure. I don't know if
can be imparted in a sound bite.
She asks me when my
is. So I tell her the day and the month. "Oh, you're a
Gemini!" she says. Then she asks me what year I was born
in. I tell her that too. "Oh my
says (she seems to be both surprised and delighted upon hearing it),
"you're a Tiger Gemini!". "Oh please no! Don't do that.
Don't even go there" I say.
not?" she asks, "isn't that
who you are?".
"That's exactly my point: it's notwho I am.
That's a well thought out
and a widely accepted and intelligent, revered
at that which has great value for many people, I might add. But for me
it shuts down almost all my possibility of new, spontaneous,
For me, being
doesn't require explaining or understanding
I am because of when I was born. Look: it's the
I invent, not my
which determines my
me. That'swho I am.".
She looks at me for a moment in
people look at you when their
point of view
is being attacked ... until it becomes eminently
that I'm not attacking her, and that I'm just
it is with me (I don't explain that to her - in my experience, it will
better if she
it for herself). Something suddenly lifts off her concern
- I sense it. "It figures" she says, now demurely,
is in front of us, not behind us.". "Exactly" I say, "and even if it's
I was born in the year of the tiger, I say
More to the point, even if it's
I was born in the year of the tiger, now what?! That was
then. This is now.
"Hmmm! Very cool" she says after a moment or two. The
cloud formation has changed ... somewhat. The deer are still foraging.
on, still not saying much.