RonAddictions

Many years ago a young man was hitchhiking across North America—he was most fortunate, as dusk was arrived, to be picked up. The driver of the car and hitchhiker soon fell into conversation. The driver mentioned that he had once been an alcoholic, but he was no more. He told the hitchhiker he was now working 12 hours a day. The hitchhiker suggested to the driver he had merely traded addictions. The driver thought about this for a few silent moments, then suggested to the hitchhiker that rootlessness, cynicism and wanderlust might also be an addiction. The conversation reflected further on a variety of crude and subtle addictive tendencies, given temperaments, that one and all must confront. 

 

1280px-WhackamoleBap a Mole

There were once parents who annually took their children to the travelling circus. One of the booths at the circus was a game of bap a mole. A hammer was given to those who played the game, and the head of a mole (not real of course) would pop its head up through various holes, The task was to hit the head of the mole when it appeared and thereby win the prize—3 hits won the large prize. The mole, under the cover, thrust its head up, unpredictably so, through various openings. The children and parents, in haste, attempted to, with their hammers, hit the mole`s head before it disappeared under the surface tarp. The game ended with the parents and children only hitting the mole`s head from two opening—a small prize was awarded. As the family was leaving game, a woman, who had been watching them said, “much easier, isn`t it, to hit the mole`s head in its various guises and appearances—-much harder to actually get the mole of the egò and false self`” 

 

Contemporary-candles-and-candle-holdersThe Taper

A young man who had lived a busy and hectic life in the city decided to visit a wise woman at her hermitage just above the forest on an alpine ledge. The journey took three days, and the man arrived as dusk was appearing and a fine soft orange alpine glow coloured the glacier thick mountain across the valley. The man timidly and nervously knocked on the door and the woman greeted him warmly. She had prepared some fine wine, fresh bread and cheese for their meeting. The conversation turned in many directions, but as night and darkness came to dominate, a taper was taken down. The woman lit one end of the taper to provide light in the chalet. She handed the taper to the young man. The older woman then told the man she was going to light the other end of the taper. The young man momentarily protested and suggested that the taper would go out quicker if both ends were burning.  “Indeed it will”, the woman replied. “And so it is with those who are too busy with city life, victims of their drivenness”.

Ron Dart