
I
see ravens from a distance, some sparrows, starlings and of course
pigeons and cotton tail rabbits now and then. No real nature theatre
out the cell window like before. The sun has been really generous, my
skin is even darker now.
I
now have a column in POPS (Pain Of the Prison System) called a
Spoon-ful of Wisdom. Having no class to teach I'll see what each
moment and day will bring and I keep playing my flute.
***
I
was advising another prisoner who said he wants his GED and was
having problems with his essay writing. I suggested him to get books
particularly on writing essays, which he did and seemed inspired for
a moment. Yet not self motivated which is the key. So I tried to
inspire him by saying; “look I'm writing an essay.” For an excuse
he says; “I'm not competing with you”, which was true and I told
him; “you're only competing with yourself to do better.”
For
me competition is making myself better moment by moment, growing and
pondering in ways to enlighten myself in positive ways. Always
competing with myself each day which hopefully gives me something new
to ponder... I compete with myself in a non materialistic sense, I
strive to let go and be a deeper flute player each day.
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