Valentine’s Day is a happy day
born out of a dark circumstance. Somewhere in antiquity, a man gave his life
for a woman. It was a noble act but not a singular one. Many men, all around the world, have done the same. This day is a celebration of the intense, driving passion
of those men.
It is a day when every woman wishes to be the object of desire of such a man.
It is a day when every woman wishes to be the object of desire of such a man.
There is a dark side to our hearts that some people fear. In the sunlight, we tend to have a genial opinion of
ourselves. When the sun goes down, however, something stirs in our id. It grows
inside of us when we sleep and is an integral theme woven into our dreams. We
become aware of it when the lights dim and we feel it trying to take of control our bodies.
We don’t generally think of this
thing favorably, yet it is a part of our psyche that has to be freed from its
confines in our minds. It does not ask permission. It’s as big as the stars in
the sky and it is hot and cold at the same time. It’s mysterious and volatile,
like a swift current in the river or a strong undertow in the tide.
Some of us try to hide it but it is an expert
in revealing itself to the world.
Once it's awake, it will head for an exit unless we lock that door. Each time it finds an outlet blocked, it gets faster at
finding the next one. Maniacally, it always goes back to the other gates, hoping to find a weak
spot.
If a person succeeds in
containing this beast, he/she becomes agitated. This anxious state is
caused by the ethereal creature racing around inside them at increasingly
faster speeds, continually probing defenses and looking for new ways to
escape.
This is what hell is: a person
determined to harness this inner-voice that one day becomes a monster. Stubbornly,
because of a flaw in their DNA, they try to suppress it, regardless of the physical toll it extracts until it becomes an indescribable torment.
Eventually, it metastasizes into
a cancer that cannot be let out as it darts around the host’s body, wearing
holes in the paths it makes through the stomach, the groin, the nervous system
and the brain.
This unrelenting dog has a name
and it is called Passion. Like a dog,
it needs to be exercised regularly or it will chew up the furniture when you
are not home.
It needs acknowledgement, proof
that it is alive. It wants to be seen, heard, felt, experienced, by another
being. It is not satisfied with an existence as an unexpressed idea, it has to
make love, it has to move to the music....it has to dance!
When we dance tango, we give this
creature a chance to run free. It is not our enemy, it is a part of us and it
helps us to be better dancers, to move not just to the rhythm but to the melody, as well.
If we keep dancing, we eventually
find a balance between the light and the dark sides of ourselves. When we
achieve equilibrium, then we finally know peace.
Happy Valentine’s Day, baby, now go find yourself some peace:-)
For more of the Kayak Hombre, read my book Fear of Intimacy and the Tango Cure or River Tango. Available on Amazon.com in paperback or Kindle.
For more of the Kayak Hombre, read my book Fear of Intimacy and the Tango Cure or River Tango. Available on Amazon.com in paperback or Kindle.
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