To Talk the Walk

To talk the walk and walk the talk sounds easy enough to do, but is it safe to seem to be wise? Or wise to seem to be safe while talking the walk and walking the talk? And, how and why would we do it, if we could?

I mean, the only talk that we could walk, if we would, and the only walk that we could talk, if we would, would be our own. And yet, even then it would and must, even at its best, be the me that I am, at any given time, who is doing the walking and talking, while I am. Bearing in mind that I am evolving minute by minute, slowly or more slowly. For me, it’s probably much more slowly.

Basically, we may be whom we always were, but we’ve evolved and/or developed into whom we now are. Who can tell whom or what we (in our state of mind) might yet become?

Our destiny is evolutonary . We are developing more and/or less according to our individual potentialities, whatever they might be, and the choices we make along the way.

The coming expansion of human awareness will bring with it both personal and social benefits and problems .Perhaps our children are safer not to know, and to be taught by teachers and under educational systems that are not yet aware of all that they might each become. How to control people (even children) who know that they are becoming even more unique than they now are, and perhaps, uncontrollably so?

Published by jeanw5

A Journal of a journey, with Spirit as my guide, using the wisdom of I Ching, an ancient explanation of change as a necessary part of life, to understand Life, and where, how, and why my life has developed as it has, and where do I go from here, and how, and why. My mission, purpose, or desire is to share my struggle toward and passion for enlightenment, without having a clear idea of what it will look like when I find it, and I intend to find it, sooner or later. Meanwhile I seem to be struggling toward enlightenment without a clear road map, unless Spirit, my constant companion (did He invite himself along, for laughs, perhaps?) is hiding it from me, for whatever reason. Vancouver, BC Canada is the only place I care to live, in this world. Perhaps it's not entirely by choice. My name is carved into a nearby sidewalk, as if to remind me where I belong. I am blessed to have Spirit as a teacher. Just ask him.

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