of three minds
While Cal chooses and stacks cutters, she hums… little boxes on the hillside.
“Are weeeeeee — baking cutouts?” Tal pulls sugar from the shelf. “Coooooooo-keys! Yum, yum, yum!”
Nią’s voice is just loud enough to be heard over sounds of sawing and pounding that are wafting across the yard. “Looks like another neighbor is making the switch from light tan to dark gray siding.”
Tal twists and springs one of her curls. “Stylish!”
Cal packs up the cutters. She snagged them for photo fodder… not baking. “Judge not… lest ye too… shall be judged? There is much restraint… and wisdom… in minding one’s own business.”
Truth can only be found in the present moment.
To see the contradiction, and act as only you can, with the experience you have accumulated.