Incubation

Going into some situations, you have a feeling for how they may turn out. Old patterns repeat themselves, leopards never change their spots. What if you realize you’re the leopard? We want to believe if other people would just trust more or take a chance that things would work out the way we want them to. We’re expecting them to change to satisfy our needs, in essence, blaming them for our own unfulfilled expectations. The reality though, is that it may not be them. It may be ourselves. We settle ourselves in a rut. Our own rut. Our way of thinking. As patterns repeat themselves with the same people over and over again, we tend to blame them. Yet, we’re just as capable of making change as they are. I have placed blame where it is not due. The time has come to peel the onion some more. Its time to shed another skin. And I have a feeling, its going to be a very tough because I don’t know where to start. The Onion Look at your hands Now imagine you have no fingernails None the ends are smooth and round now imagine there is something slick on the end of your fingers Rub it around Before you is an onion Its very large Its white It is not sweet It will burn You must peel the onion It is trussed in its shell the decaying outer shell But you cannot harm the onion How will you peel it? You have no nails You have no knife Your fingers are slick How will you peel it? There is always a flaw a crack, a fissure and you will work your finger around it it will be difficult You must be patient For you may not harm the onion You must rub the shiny dead skin along the crack, the flaw until it opens And then you will cry Remember The onion is not sweet The onion will burn Every layer of the onion must be peeled. It is tedious It is time consuming It is frustrating It burns It makes you cry but you must not harm the onion You may not toss it the air You may not smash it on the table you may not use a knife Nor a nail Nor anything sharp for the onion is fragile Time is what the onion needs Every layer is thicker and harderevery layer will burn every layer will make you cry but you must not harm the onion In the onion there is a core it is the most fragile It is the sweetest part of the onion it will not make you cry As you cup it in your hands you realize you’ve spent so much time peeling the onion the other pieces the outer shell are withering and dying And you are left with the sweet core Peel your onion but do not harm the onion for it contains your sweetest core