The dictionary tells me that a catalyst is something that causes activity between two or more persons or forces without itself being affected. I think it’s that second part that gets me, “without itself being affected.”
Is that really possible? In chemistry, perhaps. But in life? With real people? Can we step into the lives of others, “cause activity,” and quietly walk away, unchanged, unaffected? Do those who stir our respective pots feel no flexing of their muscle, no straining of sinew, sense none of the fragrance arising from the kettle? Do they not feel the smoothness of the ladle in their hand or sense resistance as their stirring drags through our lives?
One might say that I am affected only if I chose to be...if I ‘agree’ to allowing you some impact in my life. But even being faced with the choice is, in itself, an affect, caused by your stirring.
Can we take any action that does not serve as a catalyst for some other, in some way, albeit small, spurring on the activities of others much like a stone dropped in a puddle sends out its ripples? At what point do we become truly intertwined, each of us seeking reinforcement, nurture, affirmation, connection from another? And when we untangle ourselves, is it possible to know the defining moment when the affect ends? Can it ever?
Today I found a quiet place, closed my eyes, and just started thinking of things that make me smile....my favorite things. I've listed a few, in no particular order, as a comment. What are yours?
Our little grandbabies are so precious to us, and we celebrate every tiny new victory, every gained bit of knowledge. He is my whole life, and I mourn as each of those things we celebrate in the children are taken from him: how do you play that game? How do you do a puzzle? When do I take those pills?
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Is that really possible? In chemistry, perhaps. But in life? With real people? Can we step into the lives of others, “cause activity,” and quietly walk away, unchanged, unaffected? Do those who stir our respective pots feel no flexing of their muscle, no straining of sinew, sense none of the fragrance arising from the kettle? Do they not feel the smoothness of the ladle in their hand or sense resistance as their stirring drags through our lives?
One might say that I am affected only if I chose to be...if I ‘agree’ to allowing you some impact in my life. But even being faced with the choice is, in itself, an affect, caused by your stirring.
Can we take any action that does not serve as a catalyst for some other, in some way, albeit small, spurring on the activities of others much like a stone dropped in a puddle sends out its ripples? At what point do we become truly intertwined, each of us seeking reinforcement, nurture, affirmation, connection from another? And when we untangle ourselves, is it possible to know the defining moment when the affect ends? Can it ever?
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