Wisdom of hot and sour soup

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He says he may be leaving soon.

His eyes weigh heavy on my heart. I order my carry-out comfort food: hot and sour soup.

They say that creativity rushes in with healing memories, seeking to repair the wound of a truth, excised upon its diagnosis: an alien malignancy.

My fortune-cookie wisdom explains that we replace our God-given faces with the faces we make of our own. Continue reading “Wisdom of hot and sour soup”

Golf Therapy

When I hit a wall, I pack it up and go hit golf balls, instead.

For me, golf has it all.golftherapy

Mighty swings excise anxiety.

Putting forces focus.

Terrible lies induce both courage and humility.

A few lucky shots keep hope alive.

I challenge coyotes to stare-downs.

I talk squirrels into following us around for a few holes.

Fairways littered and saddened with debris from a recent downpour miraculously look reborn–only a few days later.

Survival stories of cancer, knee-replacements, the newly-widowed, the newborns.

We brush elbows.

We trade score cards. Continue reading “Golf Therapy”

The Wormhole

Paradoxes

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By being blind to faults, we see.

By becoming the servant, we lead.

By becoming vulnerable, we learn to trust.

By emptying ourselves of the world’s expectations, we find courage.

By listening, we learn to speak.

By writing out, we think within.

By becoming part of the many, we become

one.

-Mira