Wicked Wanderings: 04/01/2005

An old Indian Grandfather said to his grandson who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice.

"Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times."

He continued...

"It is as if there are two wolves inside me; One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way. He saves all his energy for the right fight.

But the other wolf, ahhh!

He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked...

"Which one wins, Grandfather?"

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said...

"The one I feed."

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Assignment

Using the quote below to direct your brain, find as many examples of this as you can in Sunday's newspaper.

"Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated, but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience."- C. S. Lewis

Then send me your examples at isirkus23atgmaildotcom, NOT my yahoo account. Hehe...this is my way of knowing if anyone is actually checking this site, besides me, that guy...and 1 other person.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Shaking my fist at the world

Found out today that we don't get to move to the lovely property we were really hoping to get. So we're back to looking for places and leveling our options, which range from "move across country" to "give up the dog and stay here" to find a new home in Portland or Eugene.

It can stop now. Really, When I left home I thought we would be able to land again...all my stuff stuff is in boxes and no place to go to...again.

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Saturday, April 09, 2005

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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Shaking my fist at the world