Re: climbing the mountain

[Guest guest]

Hi Charlie,

I love your analogy of 'climbing the mountain'. I would only add that there

are a lot of 'climbers' on the path with us.

This is a true event for us. We look ahead at the 'climbers' who have

reached the peak ... and find that they are reaching a helping hand out toward

us.

We look back at those struggling where we have been ... we reach our own

hand to them.

My nada has always envied, been jealous of, my tenacity ... my perseverance

that she cannot find in herself. It is surely not genetic; but must be a

consequence of being 'on my own' all of my life. I was not 'mothered', and yet

found the mountain on my own...as you did.

Sister hugs, Carol

In a message dated 12/22/2006 3:12:51 PM Eastern Standard Time,

charlottehoneychurch@... writes:

Dear wonderful posters, If you can bear another of my Ko-analogies, I came

up with a really

good one this morning. It's as if I was born with a special talent for

mountain climbing, and

nada, seeing this, made sure I grew up with an absolute death-terror of

heights. So now, I

have to spend half my day talking myself out of the phobia, and I can only

spend about half

the day climbing. Luckily I have a real affinity for it, so I can climb as

high in half a day as

most people do in a whole day. But I still have to live the the handicap,

and the sorrow of it,

and the shame of having to spend half a day or more psyching myself up to

climb, when of

course my dishrag dad feels I should not have to...and the isolation of

having noone know or

understand that my climb comes at such a cost. And the frustration of

waking up with the

same d*mned phobia every day--the fight only lasts awhile; there seems to be

an endless

supply of the phobia though. It's like weebles--it keeps cropping up.

'Climbing' here means living life in any aspect, but in particular working

at our jobs or the

things we were meant to do (such as your art form, walking).

Charlie