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Posted on Dec 10th, 2007
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Casey
Casey
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The New Man
Posted on Dec 14th, 2007
by Casey
Casey
My first podcast as a producer for Falling Fruit debuts today. I am very excited.
Men's specific development work is my truest passion at this time in my life. I have always been drawn to very masculine endeavors, from extreme sports to Zen Buddhism. As I learn more about the practice of personal growth from a uniquely male(or masculine) angle, I am increasingly drawn to it.
With this show, we aim to examine the challenges men face in career, relationship, and deepest self, and learn how to move towards authenticity in every moment.
I'd love to hear your feedback and suggestions (from men or women) about how this show can best serve the world.
The New Man is constantly evolving, changing and growing. He is not the "macho jerk," mindlessly bullying through the world. He is also not the "New Age wimp," out of touch with his deepest power. The New Man finds integrity in every moment and always looks for his truest expression.
The New Man
Men's specific development work is my truest passion at this time in my life. I have always been drawn to very masculine endeavors, from extreme sports to Zen Buddhism. As I learn more about the practice of personal growth from a uniquely male(or masculine) angle, I am increasingly drawn to it.
With this show, we aim to examine the challenges men face in career, relationship, and deepest self, and learn how to move towards authenticity in every moment.
I'd love to hear your feedback and suggestions (from men or women) about how this show can best serve the world.
Tagged with: The New Man, Fallikng Fruit, podcast, mens work, mens group, mens issues, personal development
Seafarer
Posted on Dec 20th, 2007
by Casey
Casey
SEAFARER
The sea will wash in
But the rocks---jagged ribs
Riding the cloth of foam
with gannets---
are the stubborn man.
He invites the storm, he
lives by it! instinct
with fears that are not fears
but prickles of ecstacy,
a secret liquor, a fire
that inflames his blood to
coldness so that the rocks
seem rather to leap
at the sea than the sea
to envolop them. They strain
forward to grasp ships
or even the sky itself that
bends down to be torn
upon them. To which he says,
It is I! I who am the rocks!
Without me nothing laughs.
--William Carlos Williams
The sea will wash in
But the rocks---jagged ribs
Riding the cloth of foam
with gannets---
are the stubborn man.
He invites the storm, he
lives by it! instinct
with fears that are not fears
but prickles of ecstacy,
a secret liquor, a fire
that inflames his blood to
coldness so that the rocks
seem rather to leap
at the sea than the sea
to envolop them. They strain
forward to grasp ships
or even the sky itself that
bends down to be torn
upon them. To which he says,
It is I! I who am the rocks!
Without me nothing laughs.
--William Carlos Williams
