Three areas where I want to add to my humanity, partly by giving up fixed ways of being. I create stories for the people I meet based upon the slimmest of information. I think this is valuable for me -- I like to write a little fiction. However, these stories keep me from being with your greatness.
OK, I'm at a bar in Lake Orion, Michigan talking to a woman I have just met (about a month ago). I'm attracted to her, and I have just bought her a drink. I think I'm doing a nice job of listening to her when she declares that talking to me is just "like pulling teeth". The woman from Lake Orion and I had a nice time, but nothing came of it. I appreciated her frankness ---- and I realized that listening in a conversation becomes a place for me to hide. I asked my daughter if she noticed this too. In her own way, she agreed.
Why am I mentioning this? Well, I didn't share with the class that my mom was having surgery this Monday morning. She is fine, and recovering well from the esophageal surgery; however, none but T. and D. had a clue. So why didn't I tell the entire class. Another one of Wilbo's with - holds. Sorry.
Wilbo
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