Wild Man From The Forest

Hello friends,

Saturday evenings are often times for Bruce to spring from the confines of his usual life and explore different assemblage points, different worlds. It is a time for letting go of boxes and identities.

He took this great blogging workshop today. It's like it tumbled out a safety mat for him to tumble into his blogging future.

Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! I want to do that too. And that also! Wow! Doing that part would be a perfect for me! How amazing this has all been made so easy! It is as if he got a road map to his blogging future.

This rich content feast was one flow of the day. And there was another sub plot unfolding as well. Sometimes in public settings, he feels like a wild man who has been living in the forest for 20 years and is just emerging for the first time.

Through out the day he keeps finding sticks and leaves in his hair. He puts his foot in him mouth. He embarrasses himself. (See my comment to Michael's comment on my other blog.) He is not of that world, so off that grid.

He has been to heaven and back a thousand times and yet trying emerge again as a normal person among normal people is a challenge. There is this thought that he is the lowest of the low. He feels like he is four years old, or seven years old giving a book report in front of the class with his zipper down.

Part of him is surging ahead at the front of the line and another part is straggling at the end of the line. He is like a laser beam and parts of his alleged life are flapping and flopping all over the place.

Man, this blog stuff it is so hot! He is so jazzed by the content. Most of the other class participants are on what they are calling "brain overload" by 5:30 PM and want to end early. Bruce is still on the edge of this chair, awake, alert ready for another 3-4 hours of additional input.

Being not of that world has its advantages as well.

Next week it looks like Bruce will be flying to LA for a Peak Potentials course called Master Of Influence, and then possibly to Oregon for a medicine journey.

A voice says: Taking these trips is absurd. There is so much to be taken care of here. And we notice he is taking the steps to take those trips.

There is something about continually dying to how he thinks his life should look.

Perhaps this Wild Man aspect could be part of his brand. Like John the Baptist eating locusts in the desert.

Perhaps he is meant to live on the edge, on the frontier, alone. Perhaps he is not meant to have a tidy white picket fence life.

Dying, dying to all his pictures, all his expectations. Dying to the possibility of looking good to others. Dying to the possibility of looking good to himself.

Looking back at his week someone could say: This man is totally crazy. And yet there is so much juice here, so much exuberance, something is moving for sure.

How is reading this blog different for you from reading my other blogs?

Love,
Bruce