Chop Wood, Carry Water

It may sound strange, but one of the things I am really going to miss is scrubbing out the sinks in the studio. Now, I am not claiming to be enlightened. I'd like to think that I could stop cussing at the endless string of red lights on Poplar Street if I were. But I do believe that doing simple, yet useful things diligently and mindfully just might be a path to getting there.

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Train as a Warrior

Every real warrior knows that being afraid is not failure, nor cowardice. Being afraid is what saves your life, because being afraid is what snaps you to attention and reminds you of what you are supposed to do. And so I breathe in, and I raise my hands to the heavens, I breathe out, and I fold toward the floor. I lace my fingers behind my back and I open my heart to whatever awaits it. I weave my hands-elbows-arms-leg-one-over-the-otherr. And I lunge forward into the pose of the Warrior. Every day. Sometimes twice a day.

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Ghosts in the Machine

A plan is a memory of a future that hasn’t happened yet. But If the shape of a memory changes in the remembering of it, if the machinery in our head makes one inaccurate copy after another, at what point has the plan failed? In this miscarriage of the plot, are you left without a future, or was it always just a fairy tale you whispered with the only other person who could hear it?

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Bus Stop

What if you are sitting at a bus stop, in the dark, waiting for a ride that is not going to come. Will you, like those aging addled Germans, find comfort in the simple act of sitting there. Is it enough to believe you have a place to be and a schedule to keep, even if you can't remember where you are going, or what you are expected to do there, or even who you hope to be waiting for you when you gingerly make your way down the steps.

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Title Page

The problem with free will is that it's worth precisely what you paid for it, and when you cash it in the change comes in the form of regrets, and "what ifs," and all the second-guesses you can stuff in your pockets. When was my story written? Do I have to drive the plot now, or can I just sit back through the second half counting on the momentum of the plot and some carefully constructed dialogue to carry me passively along?

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