Beginning footsteps

Words at the start of an adventure can't possibly convey the full impact of the anticipation felt at putting forth one's foot over the threshold.  Which foot will it be?  How shod?  What direction to take?  What prompts me to this crossing?  Without temerity, without looking back, the impulse from brain to foot provides the momentum for the foot to lift off the floor this side of the threshold.  Then, finding myself off balance, the foot reaches for the threshold while the body follows, exhaling  the old air to inhale the new, seeking to regain balance while the heart beats expectantly at the foot's crossing over the threshold and the eyes gaze out into the unknown.  The foot reaches the other side followed by the laggard foot whose penance is to go beyond and thus the pair enter into a competition one catching up to the other swinging ahead.

The point instant of reality, is the specific moment of existence, taken up and out of the flow, tout ruisselant des eaux de ce fleuve que nous appelons, "La Vie", which has all the weight and authority of the past, but is in itself unique because of its separation from the continuous flow.  It is this moment, during which this totality of being looks out beyond the threshold to other perspectives, that separates me from the past before I become engulfed once again in the flow.  It is this moment, plucked from the immersed condition of being, to be examined, naked and vulnerable, wherein I am able to create the particular conditions of my reinsertion into the greater flow.  Adventure or necessity?  Hard to answer, though perhaps allowing of too much of the novelist imagination, though what does one expect from a body plucked from the waters, tout ruisselant de ces eaux d'une expérience commune  avec le reste de l'humanité:  ne s'agit-il pas, d'une voix toute surprise, d'exprimer l'essentiel de cette provocation que fait naître en nous l'idée d'une toute nouvelle possibilité et par là même à relancer son imagination pour tâcher de retrouver son "élan vitale"?  Pour celà il faut l'imagination d'un diseur, de celui qui sait ramener en quelques phrases bien conçues l'histoire qui nous vient en vrac.

In that moment out of the current, as though a dolphin finding itself in midair above the waves, feeling the coolness of the air before it returns to the depths, so is this an opportunity for the awareness of a transforming sensation that makes me "new" before I too must return.  Indeed, when I return, my reality will be other.  Therein lies the generation of adventure:  finding that new otherness in the community.  New, but always imbued with the memories of the past.  Though some, and for many reasons, would have us ignore the past and not look backward, it is impossible to be "out of the flow" for very long.  I am not independent of my past, though I may re-arrange it into different layers of meaning and affect and thereby transform my usefulness in the community.  The adventure, the "kicking off the dust" is an essential mechanism - actual or virtual, to enable the re-arrangement of the affects of decisions, defilements, and discernments of the past.  The lasting effects of adventure lie in the way I am able to bring in all the disparate elements of a moment into a cohesive narrative.  Over the course of this life time, I'm sure I've made a few flights out of water, consciously or not, and am still encouraged to pull all those threads together.  Whether it makes sense or not, is not for me to decide.