"Mute black night,
Sudden fire.
Destruction."
I passed not one but two huge piles of dog shit in the course of my runnings-around today. In a superstitious moment, I felt that it ought to mean something, or at least prepare me for something worse to watch out for, imminently. Instead, it was a humbling reminder of how often I erroneously walk around in my "Everything I touch turns to shit," self-pitying mode. The truth is, of course, that I control so little--I have to remember that things just happen; they aren't punishments or rewards, but opportunities. And from the opportunities come lessons learned. To the lessons learned, I can respond in order to bless others or be blessed.
Sudden fire.
Destruction."
I passed not one but two huge piles of dog shit in the course of my runnings-around today. In a superstitious moment, I felt that it ought to mean something, or at least prepare me for something worse to watch out for, imminently. Instead, it was a humbling reminder of how often I erroneously walk around in my "Everything I touch turns to shit," self-pitying mode. The truth is, of course, that I control so little--I have to remember that things just happen; they aren't punishments or rewards, but opportunities. And from the opportunities come lessons learned. To the lessons learned, I can respond in order to bless others or be blessed.
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