Eggs

There are ups and downs in my life, as in every life. However Othello is sharing with me a zen-like quality that is surreal. Life is in flux. Every one experiences it. But for whatever reason, the changes come and go, they wash over me, they are but passing seasons.

I am content with the flux.

I am one with the flux.

Flux in = flux out.

It wasn't too very long ago when I proclaimed myself to be unloved, unloveable. I wanted to scream when everything wasn't going right. Now I seem to be the sane one, the one whose advice is sought-after, and who is a calming influence on others.

Someone called me the "cog".... (okay, technically they called me the cog in the hatin' maschine) that holds everyone else together. Just call me Mr. Cogswell:

What they meant was that I'm the glue that holds together, the ties that bind, the amplifer that amplifies hard work, good will, love... and yes, hate. (In my office, "hate" is a general term that we throw around like "you're hatin' me" instead of "you're picking on me" and the like... it's a good-natured kind of jibing). I like amplifier.

So what does all this have to do with Eggs? I got to thinking how much I like eggs, because at the end of the day, in the carton or out, fridge or store, table or grocery sack.... it's still an egg. In its shell, being an egg. When you go to mix it up and make it into something wonderful.... it's just something wonderful, not eggs plus something (duh, except for an omelette which is, only eggs plus cheese). I'm thinking like chocolate cake. You won't say "Mmmmm, lemme have some cocoa powder, a few spoons of flour, salt and some raw eggs...." You'd say "let's make cake". And admit it: everyone likes cake.

So I'm an egg, and we're (the biblical "We're") the cake.

Peace out,

Dorothy