I was recently contacted by a high school in Baltimore for permission to use some of my short stories in their school curriculum. They had already been studying the stories for inner peace in a Language Arts Class and wanted permission to use the stories in their curriculum handbook. Of course I said yes, and I thought I would share one with you too…
A bird was flying across the sky. It landed on a lawn. The air was fresh, the breeze was light, and the sun was cool. The bird noticed someone crying in the distance, sitting on a lawn chair outside of a house.
When the crying had finished, the bird flew over to the person, who now looked corpse-like on the chair.
"What's happened?" chirped the bird.
"I'm not sure if I'll ever get the job I want," said the person, with a tone of resignation.
When I walked into the restaurant that day, I had no idea what I was in for. Life, for me, had become a dull blur. Always the next thing to do, then the next thing, then the next thing. Life had become dead. It had even become normal, so that I was used to a certain numbness, a certain postponing of death until it was finally all over...
The air became agitated, because all the leaves were being blown by the wind.
“Stop you leaves! Stop! Settle down!”
The leaves would not stop, the wind would not stop.
The air began to learn about stopping the leaves and the wind. It read books, listened to the advice of leaves, and after a while, it began to calm down the leaves...
