Does Trust Send Lust to the Dust?

In the beginning, a woman, a very wise woman, slept in a chair and in her hands were a pair of perfectly matched steel balls. Whenever she drifted off into the land of dreams, a clank from the now would wake her and she would remember the wisdom she had found. One day she realized that the wisdom didn’t work because no one else had steel balls to wake them up! What does it really take to learn from our mistakes? Is the top-of-the-line truth meter, our intuition, working overtime? Our gut worn out from over use and no longer a competent operating system? If so, what do we have left to work with? What can tell us truth from fiction?

There are times when our reality is a dream and yet we are surprised when there is an ending that even ice cream can’t help. Who doesn’t want a lover with integrity? Like so many things that we can’t actually see, trust, or rather the lack of it, is felt in the pit of the stomach. Bring on all the high fat dairy products. When the trust meter has been fed so much BS, real and imagined, for a lifetime, it tends to malfunction. What if every possible concern was one of those little red balls that fisherman use to let them know something is up. We could watch the red balls and know exactly what was going on. Up is a good thing - take balloons, the stock market and chocolate soufflés.

When flirting with a new relationship we pretend we bring a clean slate and no judgment. Under our fancy feathers, worn to impress is the precious truth detector. Should we give each new person in our life a clean slate? Wake up and smell the rum raisin!

Hopefully experience leaves us not jaded, but wiser. Mr. Miyagi, Karate Kid wise. Hopefully savvy, with a bit more in the perception department to help us in the land of half truths and disclosures on a need-to-know basis. Lies are like the colors of martial arts belts. Do you go up the color ladder as your lying improves? No! Different colors for different infractions. Unless of course it comes down to black or white. Desperate for clarity, you might find a little grey in the mist around your Ouija Board as a last resort.

We could spend time watching the little red balls dancing on the surface. No more wondering, just watching for answers. What a waste of life! If you spend enough time, you might hook something big. It could bite you. Once bitten, twice shy. Of course, you might reel in a mermaid and mermaids never lie.

Have a naughty day!