Tuesday, November 28, 2006

The Cracked Pot

I thought I would share a moving and lovely parable with all of you!

A water bearer in India had two large pots,
one hung on each end of a pole which he carried
across his neck. One of the pots had a crack
in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always
delivered a full portion of water at the end
of the long walk from the stream to the
master's house. The cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it
spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."

Why?" asked the bearer.

"What are you ashamed of?"

"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house.

Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.

But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?

That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers
to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."


Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.

But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there.

There is a lot of good in us!
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.

Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
Remember that others appreciate you because you are different too!

Monday, November 20, 2006

This is super disgusting!

This is something I never realized before, it was just brought to my attention today-

When a baby boy is getting circumcised, not only is it shaping his penis to what the dr/medical student thinks it should look like, but they also have to stimulate an erection so they know how much skin to take off. Just the thought of that makes me want to vomit.

So your baby boy's first erection ends with pain. Wonder how that subconsciously engraves itself?!

Monday, November 13, 2006

Pregnant Turkey Story

One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my
sister's house for the traditional feast. Knowing
how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to
play a trick. She told my sister that she needed
something from the store.

When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of
the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen,
and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the
turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.

When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the
turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the
stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something,
she reached in and pulled out the little bird.
With a look of total shock on her face, my mother
exclaimed, "Patricia, you've cooked a
pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news,
my sister started to cry.

It took the family two hours to convince her that
turkeys lay eggs!

-------> Anonymous


Sister's birthday cake...

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Thought for the day...

A young spiritual aspirant was with his teacher, expressing concern for how sensitive they were to the disharmonious vibrations of others. The Master requested the student to bring a glass of water. When the student returned, the Master instructed them to put a handful of salt in the water. The student did so. Then the Master told the student to take a sip of the water. Upon doing this, the Master then asked the student "how does it taste?"

The student replied that it tasted overpowering and unpleasant. The Master then asked the student to follow him. They walked a brief distance to the nearby lake. They waded out a short distance, and then the Master told the student to empty the glass of salt water into the mountain lake. Then the Master instructed the student to fill the glass with water again.

"How does it taste?" asked the Master. "Quite clean and pleasant" said the student. "What is the meaning of this?"

The Master's eyes smiled with deep compassion as he said "The pain of life is like the salt you held in your hand, no more no less. So when you are disturbed by this pain, instead of being a glass of water become a lake."

Sunday, November 05, 2006


I made a personal decision to paint my neighbor's house black. I wish my neighbor would stop complaining about it. What was wrong with the color of his house before? Nothing, I just think it looks better this way. And I've been told black houses stay cleaner.
It was a quick & easy job & I dont regret it. I
ts a personal choice, & he needs to respect it.

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Thursday, November 02, 2006

I've been initiated

I've been initiated into the world of a crawler. Half gallon of Crystal Light Fruit Punch next to the computer chair + a crawling baby= one big mess.