Suckling The Teat

We’re driving over to our friends for an afternoon swim, and Shalin says, “The Antigym is… suckling the teat of life”

And I think she’s right!

But what’s it mean?!

 

What’s ‘suckling’ ?

And this ‘teat of life’ ?

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Could it be that ‘suckling the teat’

is nothing more, nor less

than being HERE,

doing THIS…

and that we’re

LOST WITH IT,

GETTING DOWN,

DIVING IN…

NOT HAVING ANY REAL CLUE

WHERE IT LEADS

YET ENJOYING THE HELL

OUT OF THE PROCESS

AND EXPLORING WHAT IT IS

JUST TO SUCKLE  ?

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“To nourish the existence which nourishes us back.”

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Because in a couple days, it’ll still be

NOW, or HERE, or THIS

just like in a couple weeks it will still be

NOW, or HERE, or THIS.

Is it that simple? Does

NOW + HERE + THIS +

NOW + HERE + THIS…

= Our Lives ?!?

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I could go on and on and on, and talk about how the “mundane Wednesdays” are what it seems to be about (as Tim Urban wrote in his blog piece Life Is A Picture, But You Live In A Pixel).

Or I could bring up the movie Serendipity, where Jeremy Piven’s character [the writer] Dean Kansky remarks, “You know the Greeks didn’t write obituaries, they only asked one question after a man died ‘Did he have passion?’

Or I could quote John Bradshaw’s “Children are natural Zen masters; their world is brand new in each and every moment.”

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Or…

I could

GET GRITTY!

TASTE IT!

MADLY!

And look for answers

IN THE DIRT!

And just be what I am…

Suckling.

The Teat.

of Life.