My-father-in-law tells the joke about the blind horse that the farmer was using to pull the city slicker's car out of the ditch. The horses name was Buster. So the farmer hooks Buster up to the car and yells: "Pull Smokey." Of course nothing happens. And then the farmer yells: "Pull Midnight". Nothing. Finally he yells: "Pull Buster." Buster pulls and the car is freed from the ditch. "Why did you yell those other names first?" asks the city slicker. "Well," says the farmer, "because Buster is blind and he doesn't pull as hard when he thinks he is pulling alone."
Andy made an interesting point this morning when he talked about our relationships sometimes being about pulling together like work horses. Does it matter why we are pulling? Does it matter what we are 'doing' by our effort? Does it make a difference whether we are pulling alone or with others? And of course who has the reins? Where's the feed trough?
That is a pretty good insight into our Friday Morning Men's Group and a part of it that should and will continue hopefully for years to come.
Many thanks to all the authentic conversationers and to Allen for his careful hand on the tiller (or reins) of leading the group today.
Please "extend" Friday Morning Men's Group weekly meetings until Good Friday, 4/3/09. 6:00 a.m. in room 220. I hope you will opt in for another module.
I wouldn't be surprised at all if an ongoing weekly or every other weekly small group springs out of the FMMG moving forward. We'll talk over the details of how we spend our remaining FMMG weekly time together on Friday 3.13.09
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