Spinning Wheel

“I would like to buy your spinning wheel,” said Katie, “how much do you want for it?”

“Three hundred dollars,” said the woman.

Katie reached for her purse.

“I prefer it to be paid in cash,” she said, “it means a lot to me. I would very much like it to mean a lot to you.”

Not having cash, Katie drove several blocks to the bank and returned with the payment in full.

Years later, Katie still has the wheel and has become quite the master spinner, treasuring the wheel the started her on her way.

My Fancy, Fish Friend

It is fun to be the fanciest fish in the pond,

but as time passes and you find yourself in bigger bodies

of water-

in river and lakes, even oceans-

you discover that there are fishes equally fancy as you,

and they too were once the fanciest,

so you all have to learn to coexist,

to compliment one another rather than challenge,

for this world, as large as it is,

remains at the same time very small,

whatever you put into the waters-

love or hate, strife or support-

will inevitably come back around.

So, play well and keep on swimming,

my fancy fish friend.


“If we had only known then,

what we know now…”

But we do not truly know,

not yet or maybe ever.

Let us escape from the place

where everything needs to be is codified.

To the place where we can just be!

Who? What? Where? When? How?:

Lay that all aside.

We are here; we are Now; we are


Good Enough

Am I good enough?

No, I am not, because

“good enough” for you or him

or her or them changes.

Sometimes, I’m that. Sometimes, I’m not.

So, no, I am not good enough,

but I’m here. I care. I commit.

I show up even when times are hard,

and I’d rather be a mediocre player

who shows up even when he’s down,

than a superstar who magically appears

only when they are at their best.


I do know a God who is good enough.

Always good enough.

I do my best to follow his lead.