The other day I was with some friends and one of them gave the other a business card from their mutual acquaintance. The card was beautiful and when my friends said as much, a petulant voice within me protested, “What about my cards?! They’re pretty too!!”
It’s stupid, right? The idea that I’m diminished in any way when someone gives a woman I’ve never met a compliment is ridiculous. And over something as insignificant as business cards of all things!
There’s a story that’s been floating around my mind for the past few days about a monk who was sitting in his cave (or perhaps it was a hut) trying to meditate. This was proving difficult because right outside was the demon Mara (an embodiment of fear and representative of all the lies we hold about ourselves and the world), howling and wailing, being terrible and fearsome.
by April b.
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