I rehash that difficult conversation over and over. Ruminate over what I could have said differently. Glower in grudging resentment over what I didn’t say. Thus, I trap myself in the past—an illusion, for it no longer exists.
I shudder at what happens when I face that conversant. Ruminate what I will say. Chaff at the bit to say what I wanted to say and didn’t, knowing I won’t. Thus, I trap myself in the future—an illusion, for it does not yet exist.
Instead, I could follow my breath. Feel the tension of unresolved conflict ease. See the snow-covered yards of the Queen Ann houses across the street. Hear Mira’s Portugues conversation with one of her sisters. Thus, I free myself in the present—reality, for it’s happening right now!
Shinnen
always having a choice
the dragon
for my own #Haikai Challenge II #6.
Frank J. Tassone 
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