Metaphors...

and 'Me; therefore's

 

 

Renowned Life Coach and best-selling author Anthony Robbins believes the metaphors we regularly employ in our daily lives reveal a great deal about our personality, character and self-awareness. Or possibly lack thereof.

 

By observing another's key metaphors, similes and linguistic patterns, we gain a useful tool to more quickly understand where a person is coming from. And going.

This revelation can be the equivalent of 'reams' of analysis and 'ages' of time in assessing the likelihood of the individual achieving their goals; partly by understanding their metaphors. Along with body language queues, Tony claims he can gauge a person's state through the façade.

I have come to agree. That's a 'slam-dunk'... Metaphorically speaking.

 

So what about me; therefore?

My 'Me; therefores'?

 

True Home...

 

Since the day I moved into my townhome; nearly three years now, I've been blessed with a pastoral view from my back door. Bluebird and I...

 

 



I oriented my writing desk to keep this in front of me and from this vantage I've enjoyed  a continually changing, seasonal stream of beautiful and amazing sights. Inspiring sunrises, a couple Carolina snowstorms, super moons Spring blooms and Fall colors...there to enjoy for the cost of an outward gaze...

 

And I'd be remiss if I did not acknowledge the enjoyment and stimulation my 'significant other' has garnered from this vantage...

 



 

From my first pumpkin patch to frosty mornings, fawns, feathered friends and Tommy Tortoise...

 

 

 

 





 

 

 

 

 

 

 My yellow finch...sharing my view...now of a past time. Locked in memory...in spirit.

 

Flown away.
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"TrueHomes... and visions obscured.

A change prescribed;
a new path; unknown...

Once again

to be cured.
To be traveled down...
to be flown."

 

 

Really?

 

I see the new homes of others. For others... Not mine here, any longer. And that's ok. It's a metaphor of mine. A revealing metaphor.

 

The changes. The new construction. The broken ground and noises and sounds of forms arising from paper plans.

 

The architect's designs manifesting...

The builder's hands erecting...

 

I'm going to miss the trail by the creek. My metaphor for Gossamer Trail. My 'Walden Pond'.

 

 



 

I have lines out to discover an airport. Maybe in the Carolina's. Maybe in North Dakota or Utah. Doesn't really matter right now. 

 

A small airfield that can use a former flyer/business guy/dreamer like me to manage it. I believe one of those lines will catch and I'll be off to a new home. Soon. And a new view from which to orient my writing desk. My view... My visions and musings. My next, new TrueHome.

 

My 'writing desk'... now there's a major metaphor of mine, like the spider web, Charlotte A. Cavatica (she's sooo RADIANT) and Gossamer Trails...

 

Ok; 'like' technically makes it a simile.

 

And I know "X" marks the spot. Metaphorically speaking, that is...   ;)

 

 

Somewhere up there...

 

-That's a metaphor.

 

My reason to be brave.

 

And me; my

 

Therefore...