She kicked a stone morosely into the stream and watched it ricochet off a rock, dance on the ripples and then sink into the blue depths. Shoulders hunched, she didn’t hear him walk up behind her.

‘What’s the matter, my dear?’

She looked up with tears streaming down her face. ‘Nobody. That’s what I am. A nobody and a nothing.’

‘Everyone is worth something. Why do you feel this way?’

She rubbed her nose and replied, ‘ Look around you. Do you see any value to my existence? I add nothing of importance. I may as well not exist.’

Holding out his hand, he guided her to a large mountain face. He drew a single, vertical line. ‘Do you know what this is?’

She made a face and said, ‘Of course! Everyone knows! Exactly my point.’

He smiled and said, ‘Here, stand next to it, on its right. What do you see?’

‘Nothing. Like I said, no change.’

‘All right. Now, stand to its left. What happens?’

She stood, looked at herself and a small grin appeared. ‘OH! I like this! Can I be here all the time?’

A gentle breeze stirred his hair as he helped her back down. ‘No, my dear. That is not your purpose.’

‘Why ever not?’she pouted.

‘For it is in your uniqueness that your value lies. You add the balance that is necessary. You can lift someone up or keep them grounded based on where you stand.’

That is your Zen.

Gratitude flooding her face, Zero looked up at her Maker and thanked him for the valuable lesson.

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A-Z Challenge 2015

My theme for the Challenge this year is

Alternate  Angles

 

 

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Michael writhed in pain as the bullies kicked him. Once in the gut, twice in the shins and once in his head.

He lay there, bruised, bleeding and gasping for breath as they walked away, contempt writ large on their smug faces.

After what seemed like eternity, a group of girls walked past and stopped in horror at the sight before them. One of them rushed forward to pick up Michael’s head and cradle it in her lap, as the others whipped out hankies to mop the blood on his cheeks and bottles of water to bathe his wounds.

Suddenly, Michael opened his eyes and mumbled , ‘P-p-p pen’. The girls exchanged glances and bent closer to him. Gasping, he repeated, ‘Pen.’

One girl unscrewed a pen and handed it over. Michael shook his head and said, ‘ Can you write for me?’

‘Sure,’ she responded in a bewildered tone. ‘What should I write?’

‘A poem called  Battle scars. I’d like to forgive my enemies one day and this will help me remember why.’

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I’m thrilled to be guest posting over at Shantala’s blog

today writing on one of my favourite topics:

Yelling Less- The journey within

Do read and comment

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A-Z Challenge 2015

My theme for the Challenge this year is

Alternate  Angles

 

Carefully, Alan made his way along the rocks that peppered the ground. In the crook of his right elbow, he held a bouquet of roses which he gently removed and placed on the tombstone in front of him.

Dry-eyed, he stood before the grave of the man he had only known as his father through a picture. Head bowed, he spoke in a monotone, almost as if he was afraid of disturbing the other corpses that lay in the ground beneath his feet. ‘I hope you’re okay, Pop. We’re doing fine. Nana came home yesterday from the hospital. She seems better but the cough hasn’t really gone away. Mom’s working double shifts too. I made the team. Coach says I need to work harder though.’

Pausing, he kneeled, picked up a blade of grass and pocketed it. Without saying good-bye, he turned and moved three rows away to a grave that looked different from the rest. It had no tombstone, no marker and no name. On top of a mound of crudely dug earth, someone had traced an ‘X’.

Alan stood before the spot and dropped the blade of grass on the shabby grave. ‘I’m back. I don’t even know why I keep coming back. Yet, I hope one day I can understand why you killed my dad even before I had a chance to know him.’

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A-Z Challenge 2015

My theme for the Challenge this year is

Alternate  Angles

 

 

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