Sunday Sermon [Waiting to Inhale… ]

Hola mi Gente,

I spent all day yesterday indoors waiting out the snowstorm. And no, I don’t give a shit that you live in some Armpit, USA, non-temperate zone, hillbilly backwoods, bullshit state. I live here because I like it here. ::blank stare:: LOL

Oh yeah, and talk all that caca the next time there’s a seismic quake or some redneck accidentally shoots you while you’re eating at a Denny’s in one of those open carry states.

Today? A story…

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Waiting to Inhale

(or Drowning in Love)


A wise woman and her student were standing by a pool chatting about longing and ambition. “What do you want more than anything else?” the wise woman asked.

“To perfect my ability to love all of creation the way I love myself.” the young man replied.

At that very moment, the wise woman tackled the student and before he could react, shoved his head beneath the water. Accustomed to his teacher’s sometimes-unorthodox manner of instruction, he didn’t resist.

One minute went by. Then another. The student began to struggle and kick, but his teacher was strong. Finally, she released her grip and the student surfaced, struggling for breath.

“What did you want more than anything else during these last few minutes?” the wise woman asked.

“Nothing else was in my mind except the desire for air,” the student managed to gasp.

“Excellent!” beamed the wise woman. “As soon as you are equally single-minded in your desire to perfect your ability to love all of creation in the very manner in which you love yourself, you will achieve your goal.”

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…


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