Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The Image of A Pearl

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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