Big Bear
12-27-2008, 04:58 AM
When I was a child I loved watching Mickey Mantle,Wilt Chamberlain,and Dick Butkiss.
These men were my hero's.As I stepped up to the plate as a young child I imagined the World Series being on the line as I clutched the bat tightly in my small hands and spit sun flower seeds on the desert floor of Arizona.
Though I swam in winter,I imagined as I played street basketball,jumping high over the other players to dunk the ball with emphasis.
I played Middle linebacker all because of my hero Dick Butkiss.I could not stand still before the play,watching with intensity any changes in formation,watching feet of linemen and eyes of the quarterback that might give away the play.It always felt good sacking the quarterback,and at times picking out mud or turf imagining I was on Soldier Field.
We all need mentors and heroes.This striving to be just a little better is as old as time.In ancient days our ancestors sat around the fire telling stories of old to inspire,to dream about,to put the forge of imagination to use and to feel the rivelets of sweat in pursuit of legendary status.
Many have come here,somewhat broken down a bit.Tired,having watched some dreams come and go but still having the forge open for business.Others like our younger brother Nathan have come for mentorship and are soon to become giants having stepped on the shoulders of giants in the physical culture world.
Before the Old year ends and the New year beggins I can't help but reflect a little.What exactly has my experience been like this year continuing to learn the ways of my Mentor John Peterson?What gains have I made?What progress do I note?What stories to tell around the proverbial fire?
I have found in Transformetrics a system that has helped me to synthesize all the teachings I have had from past teachers.In essence for me the very simpling of notions has allowed me to see more distantly into the potential of human experience.Pains seem to be less evident,endurance much higher,strength-like a young man in many ways.Much deeper still is the reflection into this very experience.When I hit the matt now it is very sacred,it is like a mini vision quest,it is the story unfolding that dances near the brightness of fire juxtaposed by the shadows of night.The yin and the yang-the yang in the yin,animus and anima.
I suppose in these modern days we might have forgotten what mentorship is like or about.We are taught in the present time to find fault,to not trust a mentor/a hero.In essense we have put out the fire,dimmed the forge,and noone remembers how to tell a good story anymore.
Here we find that space! I have written before how much I enjoy the stories John weaves into his books.I can feel,smell,touch,and taste the tapestry he weaves.When talking of his grandfather and uncles I can almost smell something cooking in the oven that his granmother has carefully prepared.I can see the exercises demonstrated to a young boy watching every nuance.
John,you certainly have passed on the sacred fire,ignited the forge and remember a good story! How has it manifested to your friends here? I see it daily! The little stories we share of our success.Each is like a page lived fully in the present to make new books,new mentors,new heroes.Simply put we stand on your huge shoulders my friend,adjusting our feet like young children trying to find balance before jumping off into the swimming pool.In the end it is the water,isn't it?It is the pure simple water we submerse in,to shed the old and become the new....
peace,
jason
These men were my hero's.As I stepped up to the plate as a young child I imagined the World Series being on the line as I clutched the bat tightly in my small hands and spit sun flower seeds on the desert floor of Arizona.
Though I swam in winter,I imagined as I played street basketball,jumping high over the other players to dunk the ball with emphasis.
I played Middle linebacker all because of my hero Dick Butkiss.I could not stand still before the play,watching with intensity any changes in formation,watching feet of linemen and eyes of the quarterback that might give away the play.It always felt good sacking the quarterback,and at times picking out mud or turf imagining I was on Soldier Field.
We all need mentors and heroes.This striving to be just a little better is as old as time.In ancient days our ancestors sat around the fire telling stories of old to inspire,to dream about,to put the forge of imagination to use and to feel the rivelets of sweat in pursuit of legendary status.
Many have come here,somewhat broken down a bit.Tired,having watched some dreams come and go but still having the forge open for business.Others like our younger brother Nathan have come for mentorship and are soon to become giants having stepped on the shoulders of giants in the physical culture world.
Before the Old year ends and the New year beggins I can't help but reflect a little.What exactly has my experience been like this year continuing to learn the ways of my Mentor John Peterson?What gains have I made?What progress do I note?What stories to tell around the proverbial fire?
I have found in Transformetrics a system that has helped me to synthesize all the teachings I have had from past teachers.In essence for me the very simpling of notions has allowed me to see more distantly into the potential of human experience.Pains seem to be less evident,endurance much higher,strength-like a young man in many ways.Much deeper still is the reflection into this very experience.When I hit the matt now it is very sacred,it is like a mini vision quest,it is the story unfolding that dances near the brightness of fire juxtaposed by the shadows of night.The yin and the yang-the yang in the yin,animus and anima.
I suppose in these modern days we might have forgotten what mentorship is like or about.We are taught in the present time to find fault,to not trust a mentor/a hero.In essense we have put out the fire,dimmed the forge,and noone remembers how to tell a good story anymore.
Here we find that space! I have written before how much I enjoy the stories John weaves into his books.I can feel,smell,touch,and taste the tapestry he weaves.When talking of his grandfather and uncles I can almost smell something cooking in the oven that his granmother has carefully prepared.I can see the exercises demonstrated to a young boy watching every nuance.
John,you certainly have passed on the sacred fire,ignited the forge and remember a good story! How has it manifested to your friends here? I see it daily! The little stories we share of our success.Each is like a page lived fully in the present to make new books,new mentors,new heroes.Simply put we stand on your huge shoulders my friend,adjusting our feet like young children trying to find balance before jumping off into the swimming pool.In the end it is the water,isn't it?It is the pure simple water we submerse in,to shed the old and become the new....
peace,
jason