While reading Elizabeth Berg's book last night I ran across a passage that has attached itself to my mind and will not leave.
And I am paraphrasing, "A Navajo Indian told his Grandson, 'Inside of me I have two wolves fighting. One is the bad wolf, lazy, inconsiderate, mean and without compassion. The other wolf is good, generous, willing and kind'. The grandson asks, 'Which wolf wins?' and the Grand Father replies, 'The one I feed.'"
This is my hope, that when ever I find myself in a situation I will try to ask myself, "which wolf am I feeding?"
Far too many times I am feeding the wrong wolf these days.
This must change.
I carry around a small notebook to write down the GiST observations and feelings I encounter on a daily basis. I find that I am searching out the good. Sometimes it is difficult and I have to reach really deep to overcome the depression I am immersed in. But, I am prevailing and on certain days I am happy. And because I am on the look out for such small and often overlooked events, I am climbing out of this dark stupid hole I have stepped in.
Happy New Year one and All.