My Little Brother
Feb. 21st, 2011 05:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
We are often called further into experience than we'd like to go, but it is this extra leap that lands us in the vibrant center of what it means to be alive.
As a child I was very close to my brother. He is my little brother... and in spite of the fact that he's about six time taller than me, he is still my little brother, although we don't really seem from the outside to be as close as we once were. And there was a time that I thought that I had lost him, and was inside of that experience so far that it almost scared me to death... and certainly to a state of total shutdown.
We were with my grandma and granddad, on the way to Hemsby to spend the school summer vacation with them, and we stopped to do some fishing by the river Soar. We didn't have rods, only fishing nets, and I don't even recall whose idea it was. So it wasn't really serious fishing, just playing around really. Richard leaned over too far and he fell in... a big splash, and what did I do? I ran away. Not literally, as a matter of fact I walked. I walked almost calmly back to granddad's motorized caravan, (that's an RV for my American friends - though much smaller that you'd think), and didn't say a word to anyone.
As luck would have it, Granddad had seen what was going on and had already jumped in and with the help of another person on the bank, had saved my brother (who couldn't swim at that point I don't think). I was already close to my brother, and despite appearances still am. It was probably in that moment, being drawn into that experience, that made me realise just what it meant to have a 'little brother.'
Now there's nothing left
but to keep dancing.
We are often called further into experience than we'd like to go, but it is this extra leap that lands us in the vibrant center of what it means to be alive.
As a child I was very close to my brother. He is my little brother... and in spite of the fact that he's about six time taller than me, he is still my little brother, although we don't really seem from the outside to be as close as we once were. And there was a time that I thought that I had lost him, and was inside of that experience so far that it almost scared me to death... and certainly to a state of total shutdown.
We were with my grandma and granddad, on the way to Hemsby to spend the school summer vacation with them, and we stopped to do some fishing by the river Soar. We didn't have rods, only fishing nets, and I don't even recall whose idea it was. So it wasn't really serious fishing, just playing around really. Richard leaned over too far and he fell in... a big splash, and what did I do? I ran away. Not literally, as a matter of fact I walked. I walked almost calmly back to granddad's motorized caravan, (that's an RV for my American friends - though much smaller that you'd think), and didn't say a word to anyone.
As luck would have it, Granddad had seen what was going on and had already jumped in and with the help of another person on the bank, had saved my brother (who couldn't swim at that point I don't think). I was already close to my brother, and despite appearances still am. It was probably in that moment, being drawn into that experience, that made me realise just what it meant to have a 'little brother.'
