On a Quiet Backwater by William Brymner
Thanks to a Friend for sending us this beautiful art
~*~
“I will listen deeply to you, yes, but I will never try to fix you, save you, mend you, stop you feeling what you are feeling or give you second-hand, memorized answers. I will never pretend to be ‘the one who knows’, 'the enlightened one’, 'the guru’ or some missionary for a conceptual truth so far removed from real-time, immediate, first-hand present experience. I will not indulge and feed your stories and mental conclusions and projections, I will not get into drama with you, I will not mistake you for my story about you, my dream of who you are. But friend, I will speak the truth to you, even if the truth triggers great pain. I will not spare our love from truth. I will meet you in the fires of hell. I will hold your hand there, I will walk with you as far as I can walk with you today, and bless you as we part. For in the deepest recesses of our experience we are intimately each other, and we cannot pretend otherwise. Love is not a dream, love is not even a promise, it is the willingness to burn the false, the courage to meet in the fire.”
~Jeff Foster