5/3/16, KJS

By through the trees we mean to look beyond the forest. That is, to see outside oneself, getting past one’s own details to a larger truth.

Squinting to catch the pattern between all the darting lines.  This completely makes sense and feels so easy to do. Throughout time humans have sought ways and learned how to access this perspective: stretching, praying, yoga, exercise, morning rituals, et al.

Here I am, squinting to the point of complete abstraction. A man needs to find his way, I keep hearing.

I sound like a caveman saying that now, but a man does need to find his way. I don’t mean a woman doesn’t need to. I just mean a man needs to differently. And they do. At least this is the last of the generations that will feel this way (in the US anyway), as we’re finally growing up modeled by working moms and fathering dads.

But I am saying the male response to finding his way is more of an isolated journey, a more banging of the head against the wall rather than finding moments to see through the trees which I believe women do so well. Come to think of it, typically, the finding of respite to sort ones self is kind of a feminine activity, isn’t it? Why is introspection feminine?

But, really, while we’re on the subject: why is feminine a division at all for we are all part masculine and feminine.

Or is the man indeed wired to think about how to bring in capital to support the family unit which clouds our thinking, thickens our forest, stresses our nerves in an underlying way like no other anxiety.

Anyway, not sure how the sexes and having long term perspective got entangled there, but there’s an entry for today, coming from needing to see through the trees, no more wall banging. To reach for the moon despite my face.