Ever felt you were on the Edge?
Once, I felt so edgy I wrote a poem about it:
On the edge is where I live, and
Edges can be fine. So fine they
Sever wants from acts and leave no
This edge I’m on comes from the
Depths—a well of yearning
Severance is the
Edges are generally created when two aspects of ourselves, or we and another (the “other” could be society) are “at odds”; when two forces are misaligned or actively in conflict.
Here’s a reference to a Supreme Edge:
Take thou good heed that ye may all, under the leadership of Him Who is the Source of Divine Guidance, be enabled to direct thy steps aright upon the Bridge, which is sharper than the sword and finer than a hair, so that perchance the things which from the beginning of thy life till the end thou hast performed for the love of God, may not, all at once and unrealized by thyself, be turned to acts not acceptable in the sight of God.
Selections from the Writings of the Báb, p. 96
Now, to leave you with some psychology:
“Jungians believe that compensation in the service of individuation is the primary transformative function of dreams. Jung (1916a) classifies dreams in three basic categories: reactive, compensatory, and prospective. Reactive dreams simply reproduce an experience that has had a traumatic emotional impact on the psyche. According to Jung, however, most dreams are compensatory. What they compensate is the attitude of the ego in the present. The attitude of the ego is always partial and prejudicial; in the extreme case, it may be utterly defective. Jung defines the ego as identity. That is, the ego is identified with a certain attitude and is disidentified from other, alternative perspectives of which it is, for whatever reason, unconscious. Compensatory dreams challenge the ego to relate to perspectives to which it has previously been unrelated or ineffectively related. The ego may then seriously entertain, evaluate, and either accept or reject these perspectives.”
Adams, M.V. (2000). Compensation in the Service of Individuation—Phenomenological Essen… Psychoanal. Dial., 10:127-142.
Ever since 1989 I have been living my on the edge, not knowing whether I am here or there. Feeling like the I am just inhabiting a body that does not belong to me.
Thanks for the nice reflection today. 😀
Hi Alex, I am very touched by your poem. I like the raw honest quality about it. Like you ARE on the edge. You aren’t pretending or “telling it safe”. But then that is a quality I like about myself any time I have felt on edge. There is no pretense and I have no fear of telling it like it is; life is too real. These are such worthy and beautiful posts you do, both the wisdom and the photos. I LOVED the photos in this post. It really speaks of the edge. You put a lot of thought into this. Thank you my friend. How are you doing?
I’ve been particularly aware of my growth into rigorous honesty. We all “track” our growth in certain areas. The ones we don’t track usually trip us up…
I’m just a bit better, walking more–still not well enough for much basketball–first day I tried my nervous system stopped talking to my leg muscles. Ended up laughing, bloodied on the asphalt…
Wearing so many hats, I often find myself on the edge as well. My mind is pulling me in 20 different directions while my heart is telling me to relax and just enjoy life. To be honest I don’t think there is a sigle person who has not felt on the edge at some point of their life. Your mind and body will soon be at one Alex, if anyone can do it, you can~
Well, Brandi, 11 months of abusive medical drugs is prone to waste a body and roil the emotions, while melting the mind.
A psychotherapist is posting my story on her blog. It’s called “Up The Down Staircase”…
That’s way cool. “The Edge.” I know the feeling.
So, we’re in the same “Club”….