This morning I reach for the “food bar” instead of making a shake, and pause as I hear the quiet “no, thanks” in that action.
“No thanks, I’ll just grab this,” I say to Life.
“Thanks anyway, but this will be quicker.”
And I hear the “No” quietly but unmistakably resounding through space and time.
How many times have I said no to the gift in an instant, thinking to gain more in the next instant by that choice?
How could I mistake that refusal of Life for real desire?
I made the shake.
Saying Yes to Life
