If you feed a homeless, hungry mutt, he will always come back.
I’ve been walking, running even through life, time. Everything slips past me very quickly; tomorrow turns into last month in a breath. I am assuming this is the time condition. Movement is quick, grass is withering, the flowers are fading. Isaiah is no joke.
Maybe it is a bad thing, but I am trying to cut the crap this year. Remove the dross, whatever you want to call it. I am working towards peace, kind thinking, and positive movement. Being proactive, identifying what needs investment and making it happen. With that resolution comes the consequence of turning away some mutts.
We all have them. The mutts who visit our back door, begging for scraps and sometimes getting more. They’re cute right? Sometimes they’re junky, beat up, messy things that need salvation through the little plate we set out for them. We feed them once, just once, assuming they won’t come back or promising ourselves we won’t feed them when they do. But, come back, they do. The process becomes regular, a feeding schedule develops. Mutts aren’t meant to linger; they aren’t meant to make home, but they do because we let them in. We are sorry for them because they look so pathetic and the SPCA makes those outrageous commercials. We weep, we attach, we feed.
They are mutts; they don’t belong. They are hungry beggars, needy and selfish. If they don’t beguile you, they’ll get someone else.
Every day, I promise myself not to feed the mutt; the lies, the injustice, the hatred, the jealousy, the mess. Some days I do. But today, I’m cutting the crap, removing the dross, shutting the door, turning my back, and walking away from the mutts.
If I don’t, they’ll always come back.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I’m conflicted in this post….mainly because I feel that I am the needy, hungry, beat up mutt who will always “go’ back for more food. I guess it’s all up to the way we “process” this. Thanks for this. I need to cut the crap too.
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oh and p.s. I really like the new banner and color