The Truth I Discovered From A Footstool

A few nights ago I was rushing across my living room floor (not ceiling) and had the so familiar, but incredibly unwelcome, sensation of my small toe making a swift and sudden impact with the sofa foot stool.

Now, for those of us who have experienced this delightful, blindsided pedi-attack, we know it is immediately followed by a shooting pain firing straight up the body like Old Faithful (link included for the Yellowstone challenged). Once this pain swiftly reaches the subconscious mind, it triggers a deep-seated primal urge to scream, as if one had been tackled from behind by a saber-tooth tiger.

As soon as the scream breaks the threshold of the mouth, the conscious mind steps in, wasting no time in launching a counterattack on the perpetrator... the evil, vindictive, aloof, but nonetheless guilty footstool. Sometimes physical, sometimes just verbal, but the counterattack is swift & just.

The Truth I discovered from a footstool was that I am making some spiritual progress. One may not have previously thought to use smashing toes as a test of spiritual growth, but, alas, I have. There was a time long ago when I might have kicked that stool (resulting in other toes joining in the pain),  or I might have verbally abused that stool, and more recently I might have just yelled the pain out into the night.

But this time I noticed some growth. The yell came, only half of it got out before I recomposed myself and joined the rest of the family in laughing at me, hopping around on one foot. I call that progress & proof... that the spiritual practice works.
Location: Las Vegas, NV, USA

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