The fox and the tiger

Be the Tiger

A man walking through the forest saw a fox that had lost its legs and wondered how it lived.

Then he saw a tiger with game in its mouth approach the fox. The tiger ate its fill and left the rest of the meat for the fox. The next day the man watched as the tiger again fed the fox with leftover meat.

The man began to wonder about God’s greatness and said to himself, “I, too, shall just rest in a corner with full trust in God who will provide me with all I need.”

He did this for many days but nothing happened, and he was almost at death’s door when he heard a voice say, “Oh you who are in the path of error, open your eyes to the truth! Follow the example of the tiger and stop imitating the disabled fox.”

Done (pt 1)

POPS the club

I am drowning
in my own thoughts.
I am confused
in this world of ignorance.
I am lost
in my own home.
I am hurt
by those who say they care.
I am tired
of trying, only to get nowhere.
I am thrown off
by the words that lead one way,
yet mean another.
I am frustrated
with my giving my all
to only get 10% back.
I am at ease
with things I shouldn’t be OK with.
I am comfortable
with people who challenge me.
I am dying
to see who still stay.

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Done by Iona Scott, Before There Were Bars, POPS The Club

Read Part 2

in a million years

in a million years

Nebula stars in the galaxy.

Sunday best.
Comfy pants, oversized shirt, tea in hand, silence.
The place is deserted.
Besides the laundry spinning its final cycle.
10am.
Wow, what to do with this glorious day?

Excitement is enmeshed with overwhelm.
There’s a TON to do.
But what do I WANT to do?

“Take your Sunday off.”
Do active nothings.
Like, yoga, massage, vacuum.
Keep your mind restful, and don’t feel like you have to do anything.

A friend of mine just came back from a retreat.
The teacher would say, “In a million years, slowly raise your body from the ground and sit up, if you wish.”

In a million years…

If you wish…

I repeat it in my mind.
Already my body softens. Eyes close. Space, so subtle, breathes more space.

So, in a million years, what do you do today?

In a million years, I will get another cuppa tea.
In a million years, I will figure out what yoga class to take.
In a million years, I may call Apple and get my computer sorted.

In a million years, I will wait to feel what happens next.

expectations + abundance

This one came roaring in last year. Life is in the eye of the beholder. How you see, is what you see, and then life matches you.
And it takes bravery to see outside the box and whisper, “I have a fighting chance.”
It’s the, “Imagine if”…
It’s a fight – or inner work – that becomes the vehicle.
Expand y’all.

STFtokens Abundance

danger

danger

She’s beautiful to look at.
I try to ignore this as I listen.
Her fragrance wafts over me like steam.
“It’s oil,” she says, “Everyone is wearing it.”
I breathe it in, as I do her.

Danger.

Is what I sense when she speaks.
Sure, it’s the move/LA/making friends/figuring it out/living a new —
Danger.
I sniff her out with every moment, like a cat to a passing dog.
She plays with my hair.

God, that feels good.

Shame brews.
I haven’t washed in days. Well, not a real shower.
I must smell like dog.
And we went hiking to boot.
Dry land, high temperatures and mounting sweat (blame summer).
My womanhood out the window/I should’ve shaved.

Her make up is soft.
Her lips natural.
Her smile just off reach.
Her eyes… calculating.

I ask for another glass of red.

beep bop boop

Beep Bop Boop

FADE IN: girl on the phone, fidgeting with her hair.

Everyone is outta whack right now.

She sighs.

Like, weird phone calls coming in, wrong emails going out. It’s a THANG. You heard about the eclipsed full moon chaos, yeah?

Puzzled look.

It’s just chaos right now – kids acting outta whack, drama all up and down, mind racing – it’s very eclipsy. You know?

She sighs.

I got a week before I go back to classroom life. What the fuck did I do with this time? Time races on, you know. But, like. What the fuck. Beep, bop, boop, I’ll get my shit together.

You know what? I need to lock myself away for like… 5 days straight. Eat canned food and skull old water and just let my creativity burn. Burn, baby, burn! Let’s it rip. Right now I’m just so occupied with this eclipsy feeling. It’s eating at my LIFE. Like, my time, my attention, my diet, my you know. LIFE.

Yeah. One week, baby. Burn it to the gills. Wait. Is that a thing?

She chuckles.

Sounds like something you’d say, right?

The person on the other end chuckles. 

UGH. Ok. Let’s do this, already.  

the path

the path

HE: I just got back!

SHE: Ah! Beirut! How was it?

HE: Insane, four long months, but so much fun.

SHE: I can only imagine. How was New Mexico?!

HE: Soooo good, great to see the fam. It’s been a minute.

SHE: Aw, that’s so good. Tell me all about Beirut!

She looks at him, through him, in awe.
She eases her envious heart by recalling their conversation from a year ago:

“Build references you’re going to need them. How? Do everything you can think of Now. Before you get busy, before the work comes in hard and heavy, before it all changes.
Go to museums, listen to music, fuck everyone, try every kind of food. Do it all, but all the while: keep. going.
Cuz suddenly, it goes from some times to all the time, and then your schedule is booked 2 years in advance.”

Trust.
Faith.
Stay on the path.