
100 Words: Surprise Spitting
The morning teacher seemed friendly enough.
She mostly dished kindness, but here and there, something spat sideways from her beautiful offering bowl. A dollop of derision, for instance, placed perfectly atop the morning porridge. A sprinkle of disgust mixed with the crystal clear sugar. Disdain, just a touch, floating in the pretty peaches and cream.
This surprised me — every time — until I clarified my thought-butter.
Does scorn hide in the covered corners of my pantry? Does my upper lip curl (even slightly) upon detecting (fear parading as) prejudice, hate in others?
And, do I notice?
Where’s my oatmeal-blueberry love then?
Tags: contempt, derision, disgust, distain, In Care of Relationships, scorn, Terri Crosby
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Bernadine Young
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Simply profound, Terri, such amazing insights expressed in poetic language, — the practice of observing such thoughts, both in us and around us, is something we all need to hone! Thank you!
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Gary Smith
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Delicious!
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Terri Crosby
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Thanks, Gar! I’m glad you liked it!
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Holly Simms
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This Is the best writing you’ve ever done, Terri.
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Terri Crosby
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That’s pretty cool coming from (wonderful writer) you!!! Thank you so much!
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shiner
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I bet the food looked pretty!
But alas might not have pleased the palate….
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Terri Crosby
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Just the parts that spit weren’t so tasty! :–)))
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lynn
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I always feel your “oatmeal-blueberry love!” It’s Yummy!
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Terri Crosby
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Awwww! So glad! I feel your happy blueberries, too, every moment of every yoga class! That’s one reason I’m there on Fridays. 🤗
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Gayle
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Just what I needed to munch on today! I’ll take a double helping of blueberries with compassion for myself and others. So love your writings.
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Terri Crosby
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Thanks Gayle!!!
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