The paws of baby Henrietta and old girl Mara.
A delightful young woman now,
yet I recall,
when she gave her mother a run for her patience.
So sensitive
were her feet
to sock seams
every morning brought challenge.
As best I know,
she’s outgrown,
or—learned to tolerate.
Twenty-odd years beyond
she exits her door without sock wars.
Words are on my mind. Are there words that prickle you like a rough wool sweater? I wonder about the word moral. I use it a lot and wonder if its an uncomfortable sock seam for some.
What does moral mean to you?
To me?
Character….honesty, integrity, respect, humility, passion, fairness, politeness, perseverance
All the tings I learned from fables and fairy tales.
I’ve become aware of a few words that poke my toes…
Trigger, Privilege, Tribe
Awareness brings freedom
And pauses allow me to observe my fragments.
What do you think of this Anthony de Mello meditation?
The Master continued, “When words and thoughts are silenced, the universe blossoms forth—real and whole and one—and words become what they were always meant to be: the score, not the music; the menu, not the food; the signpost, not the journey’s end.”