Typos
We all face that inner critic, the outer critics, and all those many voices of judgement and blame. I love this observant piece, written by my dear friend, Ananda Vrindavan, our community president here in DC. Does it resonate with you as well? ~ Rukmini Walker
by Ananda Vrindavan
I have a friend who is an editor
Not a typo slips past her keen eyes
She also edits life and finds mistakes everywhere
And in everyone, likely in herself too
She had her office desk in front of a window
And saw a parade of everyone with wrong bits
Walking past. She couldn’t change them
But was wise enough to change her place
Moving to a small room with a smaller window
Where she could see the sky and trees
And began to smile more and frown less.
We can only change ourselves, sometimes location
Sometimes perspective, to fix the mistakes and to make
Love run more freely, no matter what living typos
Might walk in front of us, perfect in themselves.