The Pulley and the Dirt of a Metaphor

Less than 48 hours ago, I wrote about the pulley in my ride-on tractor, lawn mower that ceased operation... no longer willing or able to do its job. My husband purchased a new pulley and re-installed it; it still refused to wake up and perform its function. My husband figured that he would be headed to town, tomorrow, to purchase more parts for the mower. I looked at him, today, and suggested: 'Just take another look at it; I think that it will be fine'. As I lay down for a short nap, I smiled to myself as I heard the lawn mower start up and roar on. My husband still does not know what happened! I do. 

The pulley, for me, was a metaphor to stop running, mindlessly, the old unconscious patterns, now made conscious, in my life, based in a belief system that was never true. Once I wrote and groked the metaphor, I made the choice to remember that I am no longer the person that was unconscious to and driven by what was only an opinion... and a fermented one (like old, long grass that hides the truth of the dirt from which it originally sprang) at that.

Low and behold, that new and fully operational pulley is actually driving the blade faster, now, than it has ever been known to do! It, now, really 'gets the dirt'/the truth on a great cut.

All I can say, is that my metaphor is my truth! Who cares what others might think? I am my own magician...I wake up to and own the metaphor (the truth of my experience)... and my pulley comes alive! Hah!

My life is funny! And it is all a metaphor!

Aloha,

Sheila.