|Ó 2012 Currie Silver|
There is a story I remember
About a little boy
Who when faced with a
Big stinking pile of…
Just knew there had to BE
A pony in there,
I don’t know when or where I first heard that story. I don’t EVEN know that I am telling it correctly. What I DO know is that I have really worked on myself to BE like that little boy. To see BEyond and BEneath the “stuff” Life often uses to disguise the ponies.
I’m far from pulling it off, however. So far sometimes that I don’t know if I am even in the same time zone. It’s disconcerting. Yet I press on. I look up. I BElieve. I trust the process.
BEing someone who sees glasses half-full and the upside of chaos, even catastrophe, is NOT what I grew up envisioning. I saw lots of black-and-white right-or-wrong. I learned that telling the truth was more likely to stir up trouble than quell it.
If there was already someone giving somebody what I wanted, that proved that A. there wasn’t enough for me to get some, too, and that B. the someone surely had nothing left to give me.
It’s tricky to shift these deeply-rooted BEliefs around. To find a foothold that holds.
I love you, Currie