“Living in a city shouldn’t make you cynical
and living in a village shouldn’t make you vulnerable.”
(Wealth of Words)
At 5:30 pm today I walked to a nearby house and was accosted by three village women. They were poor, smart and slightly cunning and knew without a doubt what they wanted. The older woman (who is known for talking) recited to me clearly that she had some matters to put into my mind.
“You need to remember that one of my grand-kids needs to be admitted into your school in K.G. class. You also should hire my daughter as a classroom assistant and you can include my brother’s daughter as an assistant as well. Make sure you tell my daughter where she should study and don’t forget to tell my daughter-in-law EVERYTHING she needs to know. (I wondered what that was?) If she does what SHE wants to it will just make me sick.”
Then, in another quick breath, she summed it all up by announcing that she wanted to “put all that into my ear.”
I meditated, then put my fingers into my ears and probed; “yep,” I said, “it’s there.”