I was feeling sorry for myself that night, complaining about my having surrendered to use a motorized wheelchair to get around campus. And probably other things.
Emory combed up some hairs and deftly snipped them away. He had been giving me haircuts every few months for years. "I think you're too concerned abut the wrong things," he said. "About the things you can't change... and that you don't realize things that are more important and lots harder to see."
That stopped me. turned and looked back at him. "What do you mean?"
His hands repositioned my head. "I mean, you don't appreciate your real nature. That's because it's so hard to see. Your real nature is only a whisper; it hides behind everything else you pretend.
"You'll find your way eventually," Emory said after a long silence. "And how you'll know it is because it will be your way. Then it's just a matter of sticking to that way, to your goals."
When we treasure our uniqueness
we participate in a larger reality.
Our true natures are sacred whispers
hidden behind jade personae.
When we reflect upon the nature of self-worth
we are free to nurture gratitude and contentment--
surrendering doubts to the winds.
When we turn our resonant goals into
granite affirmations, they ingrain themselves,
integrating themselves within our deepest self.
Affirming brings blossoms of potential.
