When it comes to enlightenment, you have to have a sense of humor...
I was returning home from a walk a few weeks ago, remembering moments when I was single and used to go to the local bars to socialize and dance. I experienced the fairly common occurrence of a random guy approaching me who was "several sheets to the wind," "deep in his cups," or--to use proper English--"pissed."
I liked to tell myself it was because they thought I was so smokin' hot that they thought they needed the "liquid courage."
My Ah-Ha! on the subject on this particular walk was:
What if it was just because I was one of those women who got better looking after he'd had a few, or--in my case--several, eyesight-blurring beers?
We're all quite the characters--actors, that is--role-playing together. These are stories of my awakening, my remembering realization that Home/Heaven is wherever I am. That I am not the puppet on someone else's string. The search is over. I simply FREELY CHOSE to quit searching outside of myself, and realized all my answers have always been within.
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