A Joyful Opening

I want to run away. Take my dollies and go home. People distress me. My own distress distresses me. I want to be serene, a swan on a sunny pond, not this honking goose, strident and complaining. If I could fly I’d leave now.

But just when you think you cannot stand another snowy day Spring breezes in, beaming, apologetic. You want to be annoyed with her (“Where you been girl?”) but she disarms you with her beauty. Just when you think people are rude and selfish and disagreeable, a child smiles up at you, soft around the eyes and you look deeply, until you remember we were, all of us, born open.

LBM 3/13/03