Wicked Wanderings: Shaking my fist at the world

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."

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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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Shaking my fist at the world