OVER A BARREL LISB?

  Today might mean only what we find at it's end: an unresolved dispute, a couple of nagging questions, or perhaps a reason to keep on trying.  Like the  rising moon or other spinning planets we try to find a rhythm worth repeating.   On the better days we are rewarded by a small slice of truth; after the less lucky we go to sleep hungry.   It is called today for a reason.   If we had to live each day over again, or only just the last one, we might just discover how little in control of each of life's decisions we really are. 

  Mostly it is like rowing up stream with our hands tied behind our back,   Look!  Just down stream are the class 5 rapids of life.    Do not be afraid.   Do what I do, take a deep breath just before you go under, kick your legs, and paddle your hands in a smooth and steady manner; open your eyes then head toward the light streaming through the bubbles and froth.   Remember to look for onrushing waves, sweepers, boulders, and most importantly listen for the rushing sound of one of life's waterfalls.  

  Are you in a barrel?   Over a barrel?   Often the only option is to tuck oneself into a ball, you know stick your head between your ass and kiss yourself goodbye. Ha!.  Not Me.   I put my hands together, kick off the edge, and take what life has to offer in stride; head first it is true, but much better to be presenting the world our ass then licking it each day that ends without a solution.

M. Paul