tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35458313.post1524959658710348090..comments2014-08-14T23:46:04.436-04:00Comments on Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: The Absence of Balance is Like Standing on the Outside but Thinking I am inPythia3http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35458313.post-24738695935791744432007-10-24T15:03:00.000-04:002007-10-24T15:03:00.000-04:00There's another element that reflects on these pol...There's another element that reflects on these polar elements -- the mirror. Mystical and cool ruminations . . . . . just like a Sagittarius ;) Wicked!Erik Donald Francehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02332500850365598564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35458313.post-60448280870595927282007-10-23T13:53:00.000-04:002007-10-23T13:53:00.000-04:00"We teach what we need to learn"When I tutored Eng..."We teach what we need to learn"<BR/><BR/>When I tutored English at Macomb, I learned that so well. I truly did learn more than my students, and I taught them well. I made the other tutors look lazy by comparison. They claimed "I did to much". pfffff. <BR/><BR/>Whatever. <BR/><BR/>They would sit there and stare at a student who kept mumbling I don't get it, and all they would say is things like, "Well, I can't do the work for you." Which is true, you can't do the work for them. I didn't. I would get fired for that! <BR/><BR/>But I would do everything else to help them understand what they weren't quite getting, write notes in their margin, tell them how to properly order their papers, tell them what specific professors wanted. I knew I did good when people came and requested me specifically, and even better, when they didn't come back at all after a few visits. And best of all when they would come back and hug me, or buy me dinner or just show me their grades and thank me.<BR/><BR/>And no matter how much I taught them, I always learned more than they. The irony of teaching. <BR/><BR/>And I got your meaning. Yin and yang are more of counterparts than opposites. So very true. Balance is a lot more difficult that "a little of this, a little of that." It's an art unto itself.<BR/><BR/>I like this blog a lot, Lindy. Thanks for sharing your answers so openly. We both learn from it!<BR/><BR/>Peace out.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35458313.post-11361561962883224132007-10-23T09:28:00.000-04:002007-10-23T09:28:00.000-04:00Hi Eric, I think the word "opposite" itself can ha...Hi Eric, <BR/>I think the word "opposite" itself can have more than one meaning (again, depending on balance). For example, the extreme mind may give the word an extreme definition... however, the balanced mind may not see it in the same black-white term. You know what I mean? Yin - Yang could be looked at as opposite extremes or as a scale of measurement with each side co-existing in a fluctuating balanced way.<BR/>War can be viewed as the absence of peace - for without knowing "war" we would not truly know peace. Sometimes the "balance" needs to appear unbalanced - with the scales tipping in favor of the more desirable of the two "opposites" - and with the respectful understanding that at any time the balance could be interrupted and reversed. <BR/>I agree with you about writing, painting, art in general - getting one to think. As is said - we teach what we need to learn. I feel the questions are much more valuable and intriguing than the answers!Pythia3https://www.blogger.com/profile/15682761270108828712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35458313.post-21936730301184660472007-10-23T08:37:00.000-04:002007-10-23T08:37:00.000-04:00All great thoughts, Lindy! As for indulgence, I t...All great thoughts, Lindy! As for indulgence, I too enjoy the state and think of the old Blake line about the how the road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom. I've never been very balanced person but I'm getting there little by little! As for regaining one's wonder, I couldn't agree more. I think of how jaded I've become at times and try and stop that and look around and be interested in things again.Michelle's Spellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15769666862403600253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35458313.post-28803489929951384102007-10-23T02:55:00.000-04:002007-10-23T02:55:00.000-04:00..................(the dots are just for getting m......<BR/>...<BR/>...<BR/>...<BR/>...<BR/>...<BR/>(the dots are just for getting my comment out of the post title :)<BR/><BR/>Even hate is not the opposite of love. Love and hate can coexist.<BR/><BR/>Ignorance comes closest to be the opposite of love, but that too falls way short of being so.<BR/><BR/>One can fear love, and love can be fearful. <BR/><BR/>Good observation that these are not opposites. They are feelings that are perfectly capable of coexisting, and yet do not balance each other out at all.<BR/><BR/>Are war and peace opposites? That would be an excellent philosophical discussion. Your firm grasp of phlosophy makes for good reading. <BR/><BR/>I've used the opposite motif in some of my poems, but even if one were to recognize it as a flawed line of thought, at least I got them to think. And that is all the best one can hope to do.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.com