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Just A Pinch
How Much Is Enough?
Sisters and Platitudes
“Platitudes are tempting, but they’re nothing but luxuries for people who’ve never had demons.” — Nadia Bolz-Weber
Mystral blew a mighty breath and the clouds raced each other for no reason at all other than their joy. She laughed at the clouds and thunder sounded in the cloudless sky. She laughed so hard her tears swept away a meadow and created a small blue lake.
Unfortunately for Popo, the particular meadow was where she slept.
It took a few years for Popo to realize her bed was wet. The thought she’d relieved her mighty bladder while sleeping created great anxiety and dismay.
Mystral whispered, “You’re getting old, sister.”
Popo rolled over, opened her eyes, and saw the clear blue water above her. The smell was of the Earth, not her bladder. She relaxed and rose to lie on the surface of the small lake. Only a human child would wet the bed and know the sorrow and embarrassment of doing so.
