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.”
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.
Done by Iona Scott, Before There Were Bars, POPS The Club
Read Part 2
Comfy pants, oversized shirt, tea in hand, silence.
The place is deserted.
Besides the laundry spinning its final cycle.
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.
Continue reading “in a million years”
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.
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.
Is what I sense when she speaks.
Sure, it’s the move/LA/making friends/figuring it out/living a new —
I sniff her out with every moment, like a cat to a passing dog.
She plays with my hair.
God, that feels good.
Continue reading “danger”
FADE IN: girl on the phone, fidgeting with her hair.
Everyone is outta whack right now.
Like, weird phone calls coming in, wrong emails going out. It’s a THANG. You heard about the eclipsed full moon chaos, yeah?
It’s just chaos right now – kids acting outta whack, drama all up and down, mind racing – it’s very eclipsy. You know?
Continue reading “beep bop boop”
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!
Continue reading “the path”