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 resident thought spar to arrive at something
beautiful and kind.
This is an image of instruction for me.
When I find myself in the realm of competition,
I want to lean kindly into that which irritates despite its
essence of otherness. I want to embrace this Other rather
than muscle it out by wit, criticism or ridicule
and wait for the pearl of new understanding
to roll sweetly into view.