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Off the Road

February 18th, 2013

Getting Off The Road

joy road

March 19, 2006
Saturday morning

I live in the woods. In a redwood forest. I am driving along the road into the town of Sebastopol this morning. Enjoying the ride. It’s springtime.  Flowering trees and green foliage everywhere. It’s a country road, one lane each way. And quite often in my lane there’s no other vehicle either ahead of me or behind me. I have the road to myself. What a pleasure.

But eventually, as I travel along, someone does come up behind me. And that person’s preferred speed is greater than mine. I am going too slowly for their taste. They want to go faster than I drive. I have no objection to that. They should have that privilege. I am unintentionally obstructing them. That makes me feel uncomfortable. And, besides, I prefer having the whole road to myself.

When I realize that there’s someone driving behind me, whether that person is in a hurry or not, I like to get off the road and let him or her pass me by. Let that driver be happy. And I’ll be happy too because the trip will be so wonderful with the road all mine. So I keep a lookout for a shoulder, a place to get off the road – a wide driveway, a turn-out along the road – where there is good visibility for my follower so that he can safely pass me by. Of course when such an opportunity appears I activate my right-hand turn signal so the driver behind me will know that I am slowing down to get off the road. And then I do get off the road letting whoever is behind me pass by. Sometimes more than one car. When the way is all clear, no one else coming down the road, I leisurely get back on to continue the journey.
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Want

August 14th, 2012

I Don’t Want What I Want

Elfi'sPeterBecause he is Little Prince he may have anything he wants.

He loved birds. So a garden sanctuary for birds was built for him. It was a concert hall of netting to allow the many birds free flight through the lush foliage. He had singing birds and colored birds and talking birds and little birds and big ones too. They had been gathered from over the whole earth ball by the emissaries of his father’s viziers. Little Prince had wanted it. So it was done.

Of all the birds that he had in his garden cage he liked Rare Bird the best. And Rare Bird loved Little Prince. Rare Bird liked to be in the cage because all of his relatives were gone. There were no other birds like him anywhere. In all the world he had only Little Prince.

One day there was an awful screaming and commotion from a distant corner of the cage. Little Prince ran to see what caused it. He found his favorite cat, Ingenuous, howling angrily. Having just caught her, the servant was carrying her off by her tail. She hung yowling helplessly. Little Prince was shocked. He loved animals. His cat was being abused.

“Release Ingenuous immediately” commanded Little Prince.

Hearing what his master wanted the servant let the cat go without hesitation. Away bounded Ingenuous disappearing instantly within the garden of the cage. Little Prince was happy to have rescued his cat. He smiled to himself and turned next to search for his special friend Rare Bird.

He searched for a long time and could not find him. At last he found one of Rare Bird’s feathers. And then another. And finally he discovered where Rare Bird was. The cat Ingenuous had eaten him after getting free from the servant. Ingenuous now lay before Little Prince contentedly licking his paws amid Rare Bird’s remaining feathers.

Little Prince was heartbroken. He cried for a long time. He no longer had his friend Rare Bird with him. And now he hated Ingenuous the cat. He called his servant to catch and remove the cat. When the servant came Little Prince scolded him for letting the cat eat the bird.

“But, Master,” said the servant, “you wanted me to let the cat go. And what you want is what I am to do.”

Little Prince became confused and then ashamed. He wailed, “I don’t want what I want.”

Thus he came to understand the meaning of his kind aunt’s words. That good woman, the Lady Sagacious, had often said, “Not getting what you want may be a very great gift.”

    the end
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