Is truth never wrong? That’s a debate for another day.
I enjoy telling truth.
It’s powerful. Delicious. Happy. Validating.
Like lemon juice to a paper cut.
Depends too, whether we are telling truths, or hearing them.
One might think it interesting or compelling, an attractive quality to have or to admire.
As easily, truth becomes blunt instrument delivering hurt. Truth doesn’t break bones or break up fights. It can break hearts. It can break a weak spirit. Doesn’t stop wars, but it has started some. As have lies.
I find truth fascinating.
For figuring out. Discovery tool, effective in every relationship.
Rarely as fascinating as when we use it on ourselves …
Lies never fascinate.
Lies are deception. Reasons so common, well explored or exposed. Media lies, politician lies, people lies – reasons we don’t agree with. Motivations we understand and sometimes appreciate. Unless, of course, this involves lies told to us. Then we can easily become completely irrationally unhinged.
Truth makes life simpler than telling near-truth, skirting truth or avoidance.
We don’t have to remember what we said to person A and to person B, which relies completely on A not knowing B. Timing and logistics are far less complicated when truth lubricates our connections …
We should learn these principles at home, or in school.
And we do.
Well, sort of …
Conversations yesterday – several, vastly different. Important thread through each. Truth.
Truth telling, unvarnished, open and clear – something we all need in our lives.
I have come to see truth as a most precious form of intimacy.
P.S.: my granddaughter Isla who is three – starts play-school today. Just mornings, her entrance to a wider spectrum of relationships with the world. She’ll encounter many lessons every day … yay!
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 10C/49F, brilliant explosions of colour lit up the clouds as sunrise, early traffic very loud – we walked two blocks over. I enjoyed the calm, Gusta enjoyed the distance … and all is well with the world …
Mark, You cannot know how poignant this blog is for me. Today is my children's first day of school. At the end of school in June, I was going through an extremely hateful and bitter divorce in which my husband was preventing me from seeing my kids and had successfully pushed me out of my home and my community. The children I raised, the home that I built, the community I nurtured while he did nothing but work. Now things have come full circle. I looked after my children for the entire summer and we had the summer of our lives, but it is still difficult for me that he is living in my home. (He's buying me out over five years so my kids can live there. This will mean I can't buy a home of my own, but they are more important than my having granite countertops. I will rent and save my money to own one day.) Today, after being home with my kids for the whole summer, I begin looking for work in earnest and start living my new life as a single, independent woman. Moving forward and letting go is so hard - letting go of hatred and bitterness, letting go of the things we own and we feel are rightfully ours. But letting go and moving forward, or launching rocket ships as you say is the only way to truly be free. Happy first day of school. Thank you for writing, RP, Toronto, ON
You are such a good writer and image maker! Thanks again..toothpaste back in the tube..funny, SF, Lethbridge, AB
I just had an ending. Another's choice not mine. I wanted to fight it, to promise what I couldn't really deliver. I felt like I was an ant that someone had stepped on and was crawling injured back into the anthole. There will be fresh beginnings sometime in the future. In the meantime, I will lick my wounds and hope for a brighter future, CG, Cobourg
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