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Before the hurricane... chop wood and carry water.
DaltheJigsaw
Mountain View Veteran
Before the hurricane...
chop wood and carry water.
After the hurricane...
chop wood and carry water.
After a while one learns that hurricanes
may not always be a curse,
but also the blessing
that cleanses the earth
of things we could not sort out ourselves.
chop wood and carry water.
After the hurricane...
chop wood and carry water.
After a while one learns that hurricanes
may not always be a curse,
but also the blessing
that cleanses the earth
of things we could not sort out ourselves.
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There is a Zen story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbor came to visit. “Such bad luck,” he said sympathetically. “May be so, may be not,” the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbor exclaimed. “May be so, may be not” replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbor again came to offer his sympathy on the son’s misfortune. “May be so, may be not,” answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbor congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. “May be so, may be not,” said the farmer.