Sometimes it takes another person in our lives to help us see an element in ourselves that we have never before been able to see. When this occurs, I’ve found it best to thank the situation that brought about the revelation and then go off and ponder its meaning. Perhaps its the acknowledgement of the opportunity first that allows us the freedom to wrestle around in our psyche for its significance. Whatever the reasoning, this order of thankfulness then questioning seems to be decisive in determining the quality of self unearthing you experience.
It is difficult to accurately express the dynamic impact such an experience has on us, let alone do a worthy job of telling the other person your appreciation. There’s nothing like trying to put into the limited earthly language the mental, emotional, and perhaps even spiritual leakage of self-intimate discovery without feeling utterly defeated by lack of convincing depth. Chances are the epiphany-initiator was just being them self and they will never understand their part in our lives. Either way, it is beneficial for us to be able to express the experience and make sense out of it.
In honor of a recent episode of self exposure of mine own, I would like to propose a rather genuine way of viewing such an encounter. The re usage of the historical word fletch comes to mind. To fletch is to adjoin a feather to an arrow, adding a stabilizing effect. This ancient art is still alive today much like the indigenous effect such a person has on our lives. What’s interesting is how well these two seemingly unrelated actions create a complimentary metaphor. The shorter or thinner the fletch the faster the arrow travels but with less balance. A longer fletch creates more balance but less speed, as used in practice. Such is life.
Encountering fletches that zoom in quick can often create an upheaval in the balance in our lives demanding to be dealt with immediately. The aim is somewhat messy but the point gets across. Those long fletches that glide in with precision give us the much needed restoration we beg for. To sync up with the trueness of ourselves is a gift, regardless of what type of fletch causes the revelation. It is nice to remember that even the subtlest of fletches can have everlasting effects on the trajectory of our lives.
