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| "Overflow", oil on board, by Don Gray |
I often find myself giving in a grumpy way, as if I get only so many
gifts myself and can’t afford to give any to others. It’s a strange way to
behave, since beautiful favors are given to me with great permissiveness moment
by moment, so many that my life seems always overloaded with luck and
blessings. I should share what I have the way the sun shares light, unreservedly
and steadily. For example, I have thoughts that are endlessly given to me by some stroke of
good fortune, and I should find it pure fun to give them away the way winds
give away their freshness. Also, feelings are forever flowing into me from somewhere,
and they, too, can be shared in an unselfish way. I can furnish others with fun
and reassurance and a sense of security, simply because I have so much of them
myself. I’m overflowing with good fortune, swarming and bursting with it, so why
not parcel it out to other people with cheers?
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