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What are the stories

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What are the stories real and imagined
told by you, those who love you and also
by complete strangers, the stories that are
holding you back from living your fullest,
truest life, from becoming the person
you know you can be?

What’s the story that would set you free?
 

Spider Powers

spider

Blow-drying my hair,
I accidentally blew
this spider
inches off course.
He carried
a bundle of dust
or other important
spider cargo
but the wind
stopped his journey.

I feared
I had killed him.

I’m so sorry,
little spider.

I waited.

I reached out
one finger.
The closer
it got to him,
the larger
it seemed.
Gently
I touched him.

He scurried up
the wall,
skated on
thread-legs
all the way
to the ceiling.

I have become
a person
who cannot
kill a spider.
 

The Weather

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In three weeks in North America I’ve
heard a lot of people say a lot of
things about politics and other folks.

{And not much of this is worth repeating.}

If we were to remove complaints, gossip
and scorekeeping from our conversations,
just what would we have left to discuss?

The weather. {And that is alright with me.}
 

There were five

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There were five in the family.

We encountered them first
on the jet bridge.
They were so loud I thought,
“Please don’t let us be seated near them.”

The Universe does not like such invocations.
“Denied,” it said.
“You have brought this upon yourself.”

They sat down beside and behind us.
We were boxed in between fighting siblings
and a father who escalated every disagreement
loudly.

Boxed
in.

An airline attendant said
the children must be seated
with a parent so the father
took the seat behind us
and the daughter
who’d been sitting with her brother
was banished to the far side
of the middle section.

“This is the worst plane ride ever,”
she said to no one in particular.

Damien laughed.
“Come on.
That’s funny.”

Not yet.

He suggested that I meditate.
I cried instead.

I could not complete
the part of my take-off prayer
where I say “I bear no ill will
against my fellow passengers.”

After take off,
I looked for another seat.
The young Thai flight attendant
asked how he could help.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to change seats.”
He nodded solemnly.
“I completely understand.
You may sit wherever you wish.”

We moved up five rows
and slipped into
the silent anonymity
of long distance air travel.

Today at lunch I said,
“This is the worst plane ride
ever”
and we laughed.

Today it was funny.