Here ends “Men’s Work.” A writer is not a writer who is not read, so thank you for reading me. I extend a special word of gratitude to my female readership. Endings are numinous. That said, there is work being done to turn the core of what has been written over the last nine years into a book. When that happens, if that happens, I will let you know. In the meantime, and all-ways, blessings and peace.
Forget for now the new beginning. Focus instead on what awaits its end. Endings are essential. High-quality endings are gem-like in their simplicity and clarity. Until something old dies, nothing new is born. “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless the grain of wheat, having fallen to the ground, should die, it abides alone; but if it should die, it bears much fruit.”
The hallmark of the human is his desire for continuousness. And his performative grief when that balloon pops.
Everything begins and ends. We’re good with beginnings, not so good with endings.
Men come for counselling because they want something to change. The challenge they face is that for something to change, something needs to die. Change and death are dance partners. What ends here?
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