As a scrappy kid we were always hanging out at the local fishing pond. The boys would do disgusting things with mirrors I think it was, to fry a frog or something crude like that. I always took interest in pollywogs. What funny, awkward looking little creatures they were. We’d go to the pond every day for fishing. It was cool to watch it develop into metamorphisis… Today I meditated and what came out of that meditation was… pollywogs.
I am a pollywog right now, a really tired, confused one. I’m looking and feeling quite awkward, feeling out of place, but just as the pollywog develops into a whole amphibian, I, too, am developing…God I just hope I don’t turn into a frog!