Many years ago, at the Shasta Abbey Gift Shop, I saw a fish with a ball in its throat. It was a pendant one could wear around one’s neck. I thought, “Why would anyone want one of these?
Recently a sibling opened her flood gates and let me have it for a really long time. It lasted a really long time because I didn’t try to stop her. Whatever she said, I heard… As I listened, I knew that I had to accept her rant. It was the ball in my throat. I knew I wasn’t going to get to spit or swallow.
Isn’t the ball our karma?
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