The Tripster
We were talking about the
Trickster
over morning coffee the other
day,
how it slips into our life to
trip us up,
and without thinking, I called
him
Tripster instead of Trickster,
and in
my Freudian slip I caught the
soul of
this nebulous entity that
hangs about
the ethers waiting impatiently
to trip
us up and make our life
miserable
so it can feed off the
negative energy
of our anger and frustration
and grow
bigger and stronger just to have
more
power over us; and as we
sipped our
coffee, we both came to see,
with
surprising simultaneity, that
unless
we changed our attitude with
the way
we treat the world, less
demanding
and more forgiving, the
Tripster will
always have permission to trip
us up
and keep our day from unfolding
as we would like it to.
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