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A nice little reminder - thanks.
It is a bit bizarre that the woman focused on the laundry and didn't notice that everything else outside had the exact same dirty tint as the laundry.
It's philosophical. The message sometimes bends reality... just a little.
What a wonderful message, F.D.!Thanks for sharing. I'm going to pass this on to others.
Yeah, I was just trying to make a joke... just a little one.
*hands Chris some rose-colored glasses* ;)
I know. I was playing off of the joke. Sorry.Tanja wrote: "What a wonderful message, F.D.!
Thanks for sharing. I'm going to pass this on to others."
Gus would have taken a flame-thrower to his neighbour's grimy laundry that very first morning and then demanded vodka and brownies.
When did Gus get promoted to TC's "Chuck Norris"?
Gus would eat Chuck Norris' soul for lunch... and then burp.
Chuck Norris lives under Gus' toenail.
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"This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye."
— William Blake
Double-Woot! Um, Me too?
How bizarre that I just read this same story in a book I received from another site (no, no, not another book site... more the 'woo-woo' type). I really like the simple message in it - basically, clean your own shite before you go after the neighbors. :)
Or, in other words, it's all in your perspective reality.
I love synchronicity.
It's an upgrade of the old log-and-splinter parable, which implicity suggests that it's okay to judge others as long as your slate is clean. But when is your slate clean? And if it is, is it okay to judge?
I like that. It reminds me of something I think about often--not often enough, I'm sure.A man was outside his village on the road and another man drove up on a wagon. He said he had left his village and was looking for an new place to live. He asked the man about his village.
The man said, "What was your old village like?"
He said, "Horrible, terrible people, all mean to each other, just awful, that's why I had to leave."
The first man said, "Well, this village is the same as your old one, I'm sorry to say, I don't think you'd like it here at all."
So the second man didn't stop at the village.
Then the next day the same man was on the road outside the village and another person rode up on a wagon and said he was looking for a new village and asked about this one.
The man asked the traveler the same question and this man said, "Oh, my village was a wonderful place, so many kind people, everyone helping their neighbor, all the people were so nice."
The man said, "That sounds just like this village, I think you would be very happy here."
And the man moved to the village.
I try to ask myself, am I more like the first traveler or the second. The "villages" are pretty much the same usually, right?
Not quite. I have lived in two very different villages and I can assure you I won't be returning to the first.
I don't think all villages are the same.I do think our attitude, how we look at ourselves and others, affects how others see us and ultimately, how we are met in the world, by people and events (since they involve people).
So that some deeply unhappy people will be so no matter where they move--
I moved a year ago from one small town in Connecticut to another small one over the border in Massachusetts. I am infinitely happier here.
Yeah, you're right, it is too simplistic to say all villages are the same--they aren't.But I do love the meaning of the parable, that so much of how we experience the world comes from inside us, even though it doesn't feel that way. I keep trying to remember that and figure what is me and what is the outside world.
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A young couple moved into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they were eating breakfast, the young woman saw her neighbor hanging the wash outside.
"That laundry is not very clean," she said. "She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap."
Her husband looked on, but remained silent.
Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.
About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband, "Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this."
The husband said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows."
And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look.
Very cool message, I think...