It’s the space we create around ourselves with or without the other people who live in it, too. Do we own it? A space full of busy people, driven by intentions, by desires, by goals. Territory is the space we carry around inside of us, a mirror image of that outer world. It’s a challenge. Do we share it?
What’s going on in your mind as you rush along, in a hurry, late for that appointment, under pressure, maybe angry, frustrated, maybe scared, maybe just mulling over something somebody said to you, and what you wish you had said in return? You don’t have time to stop, to breathe, not a moment to lose. Heads up. Territory is your personal space. Only three feet?
Then there is the whole complex issue of responsibility. Keeping your eyes peeled, waiting your turn. Following orders, toeing the line, getting a grip. Taking matters into your own hands. You’re thinking on the run, gathering momentum, turning, pulling focus, pulling your weight, catching up, meeting deadlines, making your mark, climbing the ladder of success, racing clocks, opening doors, getting pegged, falling behind, caving in, evading, confronting, capitulating, and then there is someone right beside you, doing the same dance. Who is she? A partner?
Fascinating collisions, endless absorbing. You go very deep into them, you’re involved. You become part of something greater. Greater than yourself. Get a handle on it, circulate, say your piece. Find resolution, seek out accountability, vigorously seek it out. This could be convoluted, or it could be something very simple, something that frees you, like trust. It could be letting someone else take the risk of hurting you, know they can handle it if something goes wrong, they have the will to apologize, forgive their own mistakes. The waiting is over.
You’re on your way now, checking things out. Making choices, being decisive, grasping ideas, shaking hands, striking poses, throwing your weight around, taking a fall, being uplifted, arriving on time. Getting caught, giving in, rolling around with the angels, investing yourself, setting up boundaries, holding still. The territory has limitations outside of your jurisdiction, playing games, it’s one less thing to worry about. New horizons.
It’s not just watching, it’s doing. Keeping up appearances, rehearsing, going through the motions, through stages, counting your blessing, breathing a sign of relief. It’s an experience. There’s danger. You might change your point of view, zero in, form new opinions, be dependable, dig in your heels, spin your wheels, stand your ground, stand up for yourself. Function as an essential component of necessity, autonomy, beyond comprehensibility: input, process, output. A state of grace.
Territory is relationships. Threads that weave in amongst us, spaghettified rainbows bouncing off walls like invisible explosions. Tunneling for growth, expansion, hurtling through space, into his arms, catching a glimpse of forever, making a run for it, hanging on for dear life. Judgment Day came and went and you were drawing conclusions, dipping your brush, whetting your appetite. Painting your way into corners, life in broad strokes. The big picture. An intense collaboration, swarming with possibilities, lighter than a breath of fresh air. Yours for the taking. Captured rapture. Jouissance.
Territory is what we make of it. The future? But for now you’re deep in the moment, performing miracles. Paying attention, paying the price. Teamwork. Exceeding expectations, pushing against your own limitations, forging bonds, building your strengths. Something selfless, like kindness, takes over. It briefly clouds your vision, then clear sailing from here on out. Even a list of just two things is far too much to do in such a short time, a heartbeat, the drop of a hat. Every inch a partition, second chances, every second counts. Stake it out. Compete for balance, equilibrium, for peace, empathy, compassion, for a chance to do something noble, something good for somebody else.
A feast of authenticity. It’s the planet. This, and all the other ones. The planet of tomorrow and the one we left behind. The nameless planet.
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