I woke up this morning with the image
of a pearl in my mind:
a tiny sphere brought into being by an irritating
grain of sand within the house of a muscle...
a space where competition between a foreign
and a resident thought spar to arrive at something
both beautiful and kind.
This is an image of instruction for me.
When I find myself in the realm of competition,
I will lean kindly into that which irritates by its very
essence of otherness.
I will seek to embrace this other thought rather
than muscle it out by wit, criticism and/or ridicule
and wait for the pearl of new understanding
to roll sweetly into view.
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