In faerie tales

I think I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, oh yes I think so. Hint, hint, snicker, snicker. I shot my wad today. Ok, not the whole thing, but pretty damn close anyway. And I can tell you that it not only was good, it hit it's target dead on and it felt wonderful.

Hopefully you will think this whole post is about masturbation. If you do, then I have succeeded in my attempt to mislead you thoroughly.

This post is actually about revelations and relationships.

Now I am going to ask you, how many of you have actually bared your soul to the bone with another human being? I don't just mean you told them about the time you snatched Great Aunt Margie's dentures out of her stolen Motel 6 water glass she kept on her night stand, and then buried them in the septic tank while the septic cleaning guys were out pumping the tank out. Something I am sure you wish you had made amends to Aunt Margie for since you were 8, but never did before it was too late. That is small peanuts and you know it deep down inside.

I am talking about your heart, your very being, the yearnings, the loves, the angst of your very core kind of revelations. I know we all think we have done this at some point or another to differing degrees of self revelation with another living soul. And in fact, with whatever self knowledge we had at the moment, I am sure we all have revealed as much of our true selves as possible at one time or another.

But of course you have.

Today I got down and dirty with soul baring. I didn't go all the way of course. I couldn't go all the way. Too much peripheral explanation to get to the point of some of the finer aspects of my core. But at least I was as honest as I could be within the confines of already accumulated past information. To go any further would have taken several weeks of talking. It would be easier to write a book about your personal journey to date and let them read it as a prerequisite before going into the even deeper aspects of core revelation.

Be that as it may, revealing something of your heart to another person leads to a bonding in your relationships. I know Bill Croft must think he is permabonded to my hip for all the revelations I have shared with him over the years. What I do know about Bill is that I feel incredibly close to him. I trust him with more things of my heart than almost anyone else on earth.

Today I shared a piece of my being with another. I allowed a bit of my soul to come through. Here are my fears, here are my loves, here is what I know to be true about me to the best of my own self knowledge.

From that a deeper bonding took place in my growing friendship. Your best buddy needs to know why you like to fish on the White River. It's not the passel of fish you may or may not catch and then release back into the wild. It's the way the environment feeds your soul. It's the serenity of the moving water. That's pretty simple, yet it's a part of your core.

One day I may take my buddy down to the river, my river and walk the bed looking for arrowheads. I doubt it since I barely have time to breathe let alone walk the river bed in search of ancient treasures. But it's a nice thought.

It's good to have friends. It's good to have life. I like life, I think I will chose it.