April Love prompt: “something beginning with a”: apples and an avocado
I was reminded of this poem yesterday, and as I read it again I thought it was the perfect thing to share on this day of rest, when I won’t really be resting because I’ll be at a yoga teacher training all day.
Autobiography In Five Chapters
By Portia Nelson
From: Sogyal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying
1) I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
2) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
3) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
4) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
5) I walk down another street.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 
Love this poem!
❤
I have a feeling I’ll be quoting this poem someday. Thank you for sharing it.
It keeps coming back around for me, Peg. And it seems like when it does, I find myself in a different chapter. 🙂
I am in Chapter 3. I desperately want to move on. I have tumbled upon this poem 4 times in the last week. If that isn’t a sign, I am not sure what is 🙂
Sending you so much love, Tori. I was thinking about you recently, wondering how you were. ❤