I should listen--i mean, really listen--to my neighbor Connie. Two days ago, she asked me, "Will a poinsettia survive a frost?" She pointed to her big, beautiful, red-red poinsettia.
And then i said, "Oh, it's not going to freeze again." And i really believed my own opinion.
It's 32 degrees this morning.
After a 30-year friendship, you would think i would know: Connie is intuitive. She "knows" things, and the charming thing is, she doesn't even know she knows.
Meanwhile, i continue to believe whatever opinion i have, as if it is the truth.
Believing a thought is a form of craving. We believe everything that goes through our mind, as if we are little children believing every word our parents tell us. In fact, that soothing voice of the parent is the reason our mind thinks--it's trying to soothe us. (Just think of a 3-year-old repeating, to herself, what Mommy said: "Don't touch the prickers. Don't touch the prickers.")
More likely, the mind is soothsaying. And if you believe what it's saying, there's a freezer in Alaska i'd like to sell you. :)
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