Karen - somewhere near Northbrook
It was an explosion of pent-up-ness. A perfect arc of lemon ice streaming not out the window but back into the car.
A spoon had gotten caught and a small shower of sticky goodness refused to be released into the wild of the expressway. In all honesty at 65 mph probably headed for the tires and the car doors.
What possessed me to try to toss it out the window?
I was in that space of needing to let go of something and the half eaten Culvers Lemon Ice seemed a better choice than the map of my life I was trying to sort through. I opened the window to dump and just as the cup met the rim of the glass I noticed the spoon sticking beyond - still in the car.
Later that evening as we drove we found gooey stuff - everywhere.
Gravity and wind disbursement are amazing things. They carried what I thought I was getting rid of right back into the car. They carried everything back inside where they must be dealt with. With each little goopy glop I find I pray to remember. My life will not change unless I change it.
My choices will not go away unless I make different ones.
My desires, no matter how sincere will not live without guidance and initiation.
But if I continue to look a small cloud of witnesses (this one on the front windshield) may even show forth from the aftermath of a failed attempt to simply release without preparation. A reminder that Gd is still present watching and waiting and praying, perhaps, for me.
How long will I be reminded of this ill-conceived action -
little drops of gooey are found everyday my friends ...
... everyday.
It was an explosion of pent-up-ness. A perfect arc of lemon ice streaming not out the window but back into the car.A spoon had gotten caught and a small shower of sticky goodness refused to be released into the wild of the expressway. In all honesty at 65 mph probably headed for the tires and the car doors.
What possessed me to try to toss it out the window?
I was in that space of needing to let go of something and the half eaten Culvers Lemon Ice seemed a better choice than the map of my life I was trying to sort through. I opened the window to dump and just as the cup met the rim of the glass I noticed the spoon sticking beyond - still in the car.
Later that evening as we drove we found gooey stuff - everywhere.
Gravity and wind disbursement are amazing things. They carried what I thought I was getting rid of right back into the car. They carried everything back inside where they must be dealt with. With each little goopy glop I find I pray to remember. My life will not change unless I change it.
My choices will not go away unless I make different ones.
My desires, no matter how sincere will not live without guidance and initiation.
But if I continue to look a small cloud of witnesses (this one on the front windshield) may even show forth from the aftermath of a failed attempt to simply release without preparation. A reminder that Gd is still present watching and waiting and praying, perhaps, for me.
How long will I be reminded of this ill-conceived action -
little drops of gooey are found everyday my friends ...
... everyday.
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