It is really too bad that I am not enlightened. Or a good Buddhist. Or a warrior trained by a desert shaman. To be real: it’s too bad I’m not even endowed with a moderately level temper. This week has been intense. (Wasn’t last week too? And, will the coming week be any less so?)
The recent demands of family, the nearly incapacitating heat, and the thought of getting ready for a five day trip without a washing machine would make even a better person cranky. OK. Let me just state that. Nevertheless, I can’t help but repeatedly ask myself, what is this need to place value on things? To continually make the assignment: “bad” or “good”? How much more energy might I have if every single thing crossing my doorstep simply “was”? (Think: Byron Katie).
THAT’s where the edge is for me these days. As I roll that question around in my hot, sometimes cranky, being, I will drink lots of iced tea flavored with fresh mint!