Parable of the Pencil

Remember back to first grade, I would need you to hold me just so, to mark on a paper.  You would try your left hand and your right hand.  Sometimes the grownups would force you to choose what they thought was right for you, but you would learn along the way when left to yourself what was best for you.


We pencils were thick for your tiny hands, but soon you got to use narrower ones.  And you liked choosing various colors.  You would especially be delighted if you could have your own name imprinted on it.

Yes, we wore down the more you wrote or drew.  But we would get sharpened.  You loved the smell of the wood chips filing off.  You kept good care of us.  Having a pencil case was a great way to keep us all together.

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But as the years went on, you used pencils less often.  Pens didn’t have it any better, as more people used their contraptions to type their words, or even just speak them.

Words.  So many words.  When you wrote them with the pencil, you could easily erase what you misspelled, or what you really didn’t mean to say.  You could take time to review your words, to get it just right.  The eraser was a good friend, kind of like a conscience.

Now, people spout out things on social media so impulsively; they insult, ridicule, curse.  Their emotions in the moment have no reins.  They are so impatient to point out their own view, they don’t stop to realize they are dealing with others who also feel emotions.  There is no eraser to monitor the message.

Too bad us pencils aren’t used as often anymore.  With our pal the eraser, we could help folks slow down, and think about what they want to say, or need to say.  Need they say anything at all?     Theresa M


PS - Perhaps keeping a written journal - actually written with a pencil or pen - can help us slow down and get in touch with what is really going on inside us.


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Parable of the Button

You see me in all shapes and sizes.  And on various items.  Mostly clothes.

I am one button who lives in a box with about a zillion other ones.  We have been passed around to humans, what they say is “the next generation,” yet we sit here unused.  Not far from us is a machine that was used to sew clothes.

Anyway, nobody seems interested in us like they used to be years ago.  Humans used to open this box and toss us on a table, looking at all of our amazing colors and sizes.  I was known as a pretty blue one, with a tinge of green.  But back in the box we went.


What is it about clothes these days that don’t need replacement buttons?  Then again, there seems to be quite a lot of clothes accumulated by these humans.  Maybe they don’t bother with replacing us because they just toss out the whole item and buy another one.  What a waste, who does that?

I wonder where my fellow pretty blue buttons have gone?  I don’t seem to match up with any others.  I don’t fit in.  I guess humans must use that as another reason to ignore me.  I feel so alone.

I sit in this box among others also forgotten and unwanted.  Oh, to be out there helping a human hold it together.  Don’t they realize how much they need us?     Theresa M


PS - What used to be necessary things seem to become more and more unwanted; items passed down generation to generation, losing their value, becoming seemingly worthless.  So much material now is being replaced rather than reused or recycled.  What a waste our society has created. 

What did your ancestors treasure?

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Parable of the Window

The greedy man looks outside the window.  He closes the drapes.  He thinks he can hide his bad deeds from the world.  But the world knows him anyway.

The light will come through the window.  The world sees him as he is.  He is no different from most people, but pride is greater than shame.

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Look here.  Outside.  See the world?  They’re judging you, greedy man, regardless of whether or not you like it.

Go ahead, break the pane!  It won’t change a thing.  The whole house can be covered with drapes; greedy man you will be the same.  He can shatter every window with his wrath.  But then the windows will blow open the drapes, and the world will catch glimpses of his greed and lies.  He cannot hide. 

The world knows him as he is.  I only hope they stop him before he goes too far.  It will be better to see him behind bars instead of windows.       Theresa M

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PS - The greedy man can only hide so long.  Look through the windows to see what’s really going on.  Open the windows, open your mind.  Don’t let their deceit get the best of you.