a great leap

Let the rain fall. Let the wind howl. Let the lightning strike. I stand in the rain, bare feet and all, tasting the scorched air on my tounge.

I would rather stand tip-toe on a mountain's edge, than walk backwards into what I know. Maynard said it best: "I'm reaching up, I'm reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me."

So then why is it so hard to let go? Why, even when overcome with passion, does it take someone to push me when all I want to do is take that leap? What is it about the unknown that is so terrifying?

First Blog

Just wanted to quote Jack London:

"I would rather be ashes then dust. I would rather that my spark be burned out in a brilliant blaze than be stifled by dry rot. I'd rather be a meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them; I shall use my time."

So here is a space for me, Ash, to post and display and explain those things that burn me up, my passions and opinions. To become new, one must let the phoenix burn. Adyashani says "there is no such thing as surrendering 99%" and he is right. You have to have faith.