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How To Wait

Like Penelope, you must learn to be deceptive.  Let's say wily. Not on a grand scale. Your life is not an epic. Besides, we live in a lyrical age. There will be no help from servants or goddesses. There will be music, as there always is in waiting rooms, music that may move you to sing or dance or cry. These things are forbidden you. The trick is to learn to act as if you're absorbed in something else, as if you couldn't care less who comes in the door. Greet and serve all who do as if they are the most important people in the world. You will gain the confidence and love of many by doing this.  It may mean nothing to you now but you are going to need those people one day. In the meantime, you must never let down your guard, not for one second appear to be watching  for that which brings you the most joy. The Fates still roam the earth, more vindictive than all the lost gods. It is their bitterness which has preserved them. They are women.  They will stop at nothing. There are three of them and only one of you. If you let them know your heart's desire they will do their utmost to keep it from you. With practice, the soul can separate itself from the living body and go about its business arranging armfuls of flowers, burning candles in the window, climbing to the very top of the tree outside it, standing lookout, swinging its constant lantern under the changing moon, bidding come forth, come now, come soon, and nobody the wiser but you.

Copyright © December 2000 Carla R Johnson


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