Sometimes I’m the doughnut, sometimes I’m the hole

There are days when I am filled with just the right amount of sugar, flour, butter, yeast, eggs, vanilla and salt that even when I am thrown into a vat of oil I simply become a tasty high calorie treat.  I’ve been shaped and molded to just the right configuration to produce optimal handling and consumption.  However, I am soon so filled with my own yummy goodness that I crash and burn without even the slightest trace of all of that potential.

Other days, I’ve got nothing.  I feel invisible and am sure that I matter little in the greater scheme of things.  Everyone and everything around me is exponentially of greater significance; I’m just an afterthought.  Yet these are the times when the universe rushes in and fills the erstwhile void that is me with infinite quantities of love, joy and peace.  Less IS more.

“We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.” ~ Lao-tzu

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About Karen Nicholson

“Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.” ~ John Milton Writing about these moments of awe has been a driving force of my life for, well, as long as I can remember. Coupled with a devotion to sunrises and sunsets that defies explanation, a combination of the two seemed like the right thing to do. I welcome you to my world. May it be a blessing to yours.
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2 Responses to Sometimes I’m the doughnut, sometimes I’m the hole

  1. Bob says:

    Well said, but sometimes, more is just more!

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