Edge-Running: The Way of Daring ~

Edge-Running: The Way of Daring ~

What is it to live life on a bit of an edge, with a bit of edginess, or to dance upon that "Razor's Edge" made famous by Somerset Maugham's book of that name? I read the book when I was twelve or thirteen years old. I can still recommend it heartily as one of my all-time favourite reads. The protagonist, Larry Darrell, was one of my first 'secret heroes'. {Don't substitute the film, it doesn't do the story justice, by half!}

So what does edge-running really mean? It sounds as though one lives life a bit dangerously, and it can mean that, yes. The danger lies in risking how one is perceived by others, and sometimes oneself, by leaving a status quo life far behind. It can feel dangerous to be in the flow of the unknown, whilst taking responsibility for the circumstances of one's own life. These concepts tend to feel quite opposite.

In simpler words, embracing the flow of mental unknowing whilst living in a world where we all need to make a living of some kind, can feel polarizing at its best, and impossible at its worst. The solution, for most, is to settle for something that feels like security.  "If I have enough money then...", or "If I have ________(fill in the blank) then...". So off we go in pursuit of whatever fills that blank or hole inside us. Thus begins a life of quiet desperation.

A life of "quiet desperation", to quote Thoreau, was never going to be mine.

There is an art to edge-running. As my Scotty companion, Katana, used to say "There's nothing quite like it!". This art, like any other, requires diligence, discipline, and determination. Oh, and that elusive yet all-pervasive quality that makes a life a life and makes it worth living = LOVE. It requires, in other words, a commitment to fully living, in alignment with as much truth as one can handle, ladling as much light and love as one can let flow through, and then some! It requires letting go of being asleep in or deadened to the adventure of being alive.

I started out dreaming in nature and found no good reason to stop. As a little girl I 'got lost' in the woods as often as possible, which was usually every day after school and all day on weekends. I snuck out of the house before anyone else was awake, leaving Mum a psychic note in the kitchen. "I'm outdoors." When that freaked her out, I opted for my balcony, where I could chat with my favourite arboreal companions. I could see both the forest and the trees. They taught me that the root systems of this world are all connected. How could anything, then, be lost?

I came in to this life to have adventures. So did you. So how is that edge running, and why is it daring? When we're little, we dare to dream. We dare to imagine. We dare to try new things. Then, somewhere along the way, lots of someones tell us that we have to settle down, we have to play it safe. Settle down? Meaning lower my vibration to meet someone else's idea of what is the right way to live? Why? Play it safe? Use caution is one thing, but has there ever been a great game called 'safe'?  I wasn't having it, no matter what anyone said, though I did tend to keep that to myself. Those trees gave great advice on stealthy daring.

And yet...there was the pull of what others call home and family, and a place to fit in or belong. Those feelings are always about love. They show us where we feel the lack of love in our lives, simply because we have been taught to want to feel it in specific ways. The culprit is usually family circumstances. And, as most of you know by now, our family circumstances were hardly ever about real love. Oh, there was love there, of a kind, yes. Mostly the kind that feeds on fear, obligation, and guilt. But the real stuff? THAT is where the daring comes in.

Dare to dream! Dare to love! It is only the 'human' part of the heart that ever gets broken. And, in that breaking, the heart opens to the love that is real. When the firewalls of safety fall away, there is more bandwidth available for play.

What if our safe place could be anywhere and everywhen? Would that take the fun out of the game? Or would it, perhaps, be time to play a new one?

My companion, Katana, used to say "I have angels around me all the time. They won't let anything bad happen." This was usually after he'd gone walkabout on his own and I'd been a bit crazy wondering what might have happened to him. {I DID end up building a Scotty-proof fence, much to his disgust.} I knew he was safe. I knew he was taken care of. I knew all that, and yet...What made ME feel safe, was thinking HE was safe... and he flew in the face of that at every opportunity.

What I can say about my not-so-little-in-Spirit friend, is that he LIVED. Every moment of his 11+ years, which were not nearly enough of his companionship for me, he LIVED. Vigorously, and with much gusto, he LIVED. And, in so doing, he taught me about love. He taught me about courage. And he and showed me where I had, all unknowingly, somehow settled. On the day I vowed it would not happen again, I felt his unbridled JOY.

Settling is not about whether you have a home, (we all need one) or a family, or what kind of work you do in the world. It is an attitude of ingratitude toward Source for the opportunities that She has presented. It is a turning away from Infinite possibilities. That, I will not do.

I choose to be open to the Infinite, to let LOVE open me further than I might have dreamed possible, to let my life be part of the mystery and magick and play. THAT is the essence of edge-running, no matter whether it happens in one location or vocation or many. THAT is the Way of Daring. So how about it?


"Oh yeah..."

Oh, by the way, if you love a good companion tale and fancy a fun summer read, would you be so kind as to grab my beloved Katana's little book from Amazon and leave me a review? The book has to have several reviews to be worthy of 'promoting' so yours would make a difference! Thanks! The Scotty Nation will be so very grateful!

What will you dare today?