July 6, 2009
The kettle and the pot are more alike than I knew
I paused to catch my breath on my ascent while hiking yesterday and reflected on a friend who is so absorbed in her personal drama that her dialogue is dominated by complaints about how she’s not getting the love she wants. I was there with her, loving her, but she couldn’t feel it or appreciate the beauty all around her because she was focused on what wasn’t working in her two main relationships.
Suddenly I noticed that my gaze was landing on an incredibly beautiful sight of grasses swaying in the wind. I hadn’t seen it because I was so focused on my friend that I missed what was in front of me. The pot and the kettle were more alike than I knew. I stopped worrying about my friend and enjoyed the beauty in from of me.
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