At a Café
At a Café "It's all about balance," she says, the tray a horizontal scale in her hands held out flat. It does not shake even as she lowers the tray to the table. I thank her and reach for the alluring cappuccino. It will make a nice companion for my sweet roll with raisins. I think: I shouldn't be eating this , and then almost immediately: Why shouldn't I ? Why should I deny myself a croissant or a cappuccino once in a while? In the scheme of things, what difference does it make? I will not live better or longer adding or subtracting one sweet. It's all in the tray...how often do I fill it with "good stuff"? Do I often "cheat" or go astray? And what does it mean to go astray, anyway? I want to enjoy life. I desire it to be as rich as it can be–no holding back, unless holding back is actually a step toward somewhere I want to be. (Like meditating makes me take a time out so that I feel better for the rest of the day.) It isn't until I ...