Fall deepens. Cold windy darkness descends. All creatures look for comforts. This brought in a homeless trespasser again. No mask. I encountered him as I was putting out some Thanksgiving decorations.
He pretended to be interested in yoga. I’ve heard it plenty of times before. I responded respectfully. He asked how long I’d been practicing and how old I was now. I’m pretty sure he wet himself over it. Or crapped his pants. A widening dark spot down his pant leg spread as he exited, jaw dropped, eyes wide open. I scared him. Truth can be scary.
How do you greet the boogie man in your life? Who is scared by you? Ki to Happiness faces fears with love.