"All my friends know the low rider
The low rider is a little higher"
I totally stole a portion of the title for this post from a song written by my nephew
Austin Webb, because it's catchy and it's true. At a very young age, Austin understands the duplicity we inherit the moment our spirit touches ground...and the pain we experience in our attempts to rediscover the whole.
I know, I know. I'm beating the same dead horse here. Duh.
Speaking of horses, did you know that the height of your horse is directly proportional to the size of the bruise you're gonna have on your ass when you fall?
Only a spiritual fool confuses being "above it all" with the idea of "compassionate boundaries." Just saying. There is no compassion in condescension and judgment. And organic spirituality is a ground level experience.
And if this sounds cocky and cryptic, it is. But if I fall off the horse, I won't fall too far. I'm not that kind of healer. Shoot, I might not even mess up my hair. Yep, I'm riding one of these in this life:
I see my friends up close and personal, warts and all. And when they see me, I don't mind. We're human, which means we're all pretty stupid sometimes. When you can acknowledge this in yourself and laugh about it, you are on the road to recovery from "optical rectumitis".
Moral of the story? If you're going to ride the high horse, get your head out of your ass so you can see where you're going. You might make the finish line completely unscathed and, quite possibly, untouched.
Peace and love my bitches!
