A Thought About Being On Fire....

This wasn't meant to be a blog, it was meant to be a comment, but it got too long, so what the heck. I have thoughts, and feel like I want to get them out here.

The new gym schedule is out, is my big news!! My trainer is teaching a lot more, and at times I can make it! I will take any class Little Evil teaches, which is good as her new classes are STEP classes which I hate. She has promised to use good music tho, so between that and the fact it is HER, I ought to be able to deal with the things.

It doesn't matter what she is teaching, I want to work with her.

We talked about it last night, she and I, and the difference a teacher can make, which I think translates to anything. It's like in music. Someone can get on stage and be technically brilliant but if the passion and LIFE is not there, boring. Or in writing, you can have a lot of information, or a good story, but if you aren't passionate about it, it ain't there.

It's about putting EVERYTHING out there when you do what ever it is you're doing. Every minute. Doesn't matter if you are doing it on stage, or in front of people, or alone in front of your computer, or what ever. If you aren't doing it with passion, if you aren't on fire about it, it is not going to burn. It's not going to be anything more than ordinary, at best. And if it isn't your best, why?

And the difference it can make to you if you are the one learning, the one sitting in the audience, reading the story. If someone throws that spark out there, you can catch it and light a hell of a fire.

There's nothing you can't do if you're on fire.

And if you're on fire, you can make a huge difference to someone else. Throw it OUT there.

Little Evil is like that. There's never a moment when she is teaching a class, or training someone when she isnt giving everything she has to it. Poetry is like that when we ride. Amanda and Jason come to mind on stage, my Boss when he writes. My Derby Friends when they Bout, and when they practice. Giving everything, all the time. Sparks FLY.

I want to get back to living like I am on fire. Not intermittently, but all the time.

There. That's my thought for this morning.

Burn. Brightly.

I think that GK Chesterton said it quite well, in his poem: The Great Minimum, (my personal favorite poem ever) Listen, and read:

It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
It is something to have watched when all men slept,
And seen the stars which never see the sun.

It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
Although it break and leave the thorny rods,
It is something to have hungered once as those
Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.

To have seen you and your unforgotten face,
Brave as a blast of trumpets for the fray,
Pure as white lilies in a watery space,
It were something, though you went from me today.

To have known the things that from the weak are furled,
Perilous ancient passions, strange and high;
It is something to be wiser than the world,
It is something to be older than the sky.

In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fatted lives that of their sweetness tire,
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.

Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard;
Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen:
Let thunder break on man and beast and bird
And the lightning. It is something to have been.


Love and On Fire,
Lorraine