My OperaA story of Ping the frog (cont)
Sunday, March 8, 2009 11:00:00 AM
I should add, at this point, that the pond had always been spring-fed, and while doing my research, I couldn't find any clues as to what had changed the course of the spring. What I did find was that while staying half-heartedly in the same old spot was fine for others, it was not at all fine for Ping
Ping shrugged and sighed. He longed for the breadth and the depth of the once-upon-a-time deep water. He had taken such pleasure in the way the heavenly hues and intoxicating scents of the lotus and lily blossoms used to rule the water's surface. And who could argue withe secret rhythm of the reeds as the swayed along with the bamboo breezes. This warterscape ahd brought such happiness to his inner mind. But gone now it was, and what remained in its place did noting for Ping's soul.
The acient Toaist Chuan Tzu wrote. "Let everything be alloed to do what it naturally does, so that its nature will be satisfied"( somehow like what I said before, I'm philosopher, am I?? - Son of Mars)
Now obviously amphibians can't read, but when you're a frog, what you do and see every day shows you that all living things have a place in the nature order of things and that each has its own destiny to fulfill
Ping sensed, no, he knew with out any doubt in his heart that waht he wanted more than anything else was to live a life that would enable him to be one with what he was.
So storng was Ping's belief in his inborn talents and unique capabilities that he spent his days sitting at the pond's edge just dreaming the biggest dreams of becoming his own best self. But alas, while Ping's dreams got bigger, the pond got smaller, unitl that startling day when the pnd was no longer a pond at all, and the comfy-cozy, safe surroundings that Ping had for so long enjoyed were going ... going ... pffft ... gone
Nothing left
That's an exaggeration, of course. There were twigs and stones and hapless bones. all sorts of things left behind, in the pond bed. And there was the mud. Much mud everywhere
For dasy the mud was where Ping sat, and for nights the mud was where Ping slept. But he didn't sleep much. It's hard to let go when fear lurks inside you. And Ping was afraid
Very ..
Change - early change - is unsettling. When change happens, it can create the kind of fear that can take hold of even the most confident of frogs. It can instill confusion, hesitation, anger, anxiety, and desperation. Fear of change can grip and grab and seize you with such strength it can paralyze you
But only if you let it
Ping shrugged and sighed. He longed for the breadth and the depth of the once-upon-a-time deep water. He had taken such pleasure in the way the heavenly hues and intoxicating scents of the lotus and lily blossoms used to rule the water's surface. And who could argue withe secret rhythm of the reeds as the swayed along with the bamboo breezes. This warterscape ahd brought such happiness to his inner mind. But gone now it was, and what remained in its place did noting for Ping's soul.
The acient Toaist Chuan Tzu wrote. "Let everything be alloed to do what it naturally does, so that its nature will be satisfied"( somehow like what I said before, I'm philosopher, am I?? - Son of Mars)
Now obviously amphibians can't read, but when you're a frog, what you do and see every day shows you that all living things have a place in the nature order of things and that each has its own destiny to fulfill
Ping sensed, no, he knew with out any doubt in his heart that waht he wanted more than anything else was to live a life that would enable him to be one with what he was.
So storng was Ping's belief in his inborn talents and unique capabilities that he spent his days sitting at the pond's edge just dreaming the biggest dreams of becoming his own best self. But alas, while Ping's dreams got bigger, the pond got smaller, unitl that startling day when the pnd was no longer a pond at all, and the comfy-cozy, safe surroundings that Ping had for so long enjoyed were going ... going ... pffft ... gone
Nothing left
That's an exaggeration, of course. There were twigs and stones and hapless bones. all sorts of things left behind, in the pond bed. And there was the mud. Much mud everywhere
For dasy the mud was where Ping sat, and for nights the mud was where Ping slept. But he didn't sleep much. It's hard to let go when fear lurks inside you. And Ping was afraid
Very ..
Change - early change - is unsettling. When change happens, it can create the kind of fear that can take hold of even the most confident of frogs. It can instill confusion, hesitation, anger, anxiety, and desperation. Fear of change can grip and grab and seize you with such strength it can paralyze you
But only if you let it
