I was in the back yard with my dog, Lucy, this morning when I started reflecting on the effects of a fence between one of my neighbors and me. More importantly, it made me think about the lack of a fence between another neighbor and me.
Ever since I’ve lived here, there’s been a fence separating me from the guy in the back. I’ve met him. I speak if we both happen to be outside. But that’s about it. There’s no fence between a neighbor on the side and me. They’re nice enough folks. We speak if we both happen to be outside, but there’s nothing else between us, good or bad.
But with the neighbors on the side, there have been minor irritations over the years. Someone who lived with them for awhile parked on the grass next to the street, frequently letting much of his car end up way over on my grass. It didn’t really make any difference. I wasn’t using it anyway. But it was my yard, not his, so it bugged me.
Donald Trump is no conservative; he’s an immoral, narcissistic liar
Inner alarm is louder every day; big changes must come to my life
You can’t see inside my heart, but my words invite you to know me
Major parties compete to see who can tell the biggest lie about jobs
Shame of not being perfect comes with every new thing I try to do
Until we experience awakening, we’re blind to truth in our hearts
When the state turns you into a criminal, friends become enemies
Actions more important than words when judging what someone wants