One-minute Shamanic Storytelling
Do you know the story of the lazy woman who was swept away by work?
Ever since she could remember, Lucy had been called lazy. Her grandma called her lazy when she would not leave her beloved books to go to the supermarket to fetch her a can of tomato sauce. Her mom called her lazy when she refused to help her clean the house because she was writing on her journal. Heck, even her aunts called her lazy because she would not baby sit, not even for a good ten bucks. “I’m caught up in a poem,” Lucy would say. And they all thought that she was very lazy and a little bit crazy, too.
So Lucy grew up thinking that she was lazy. “Lazy Lucy,” she would call herself when her whole body refused to work another hour. “Lazy Lucy,” she would bark at herself, when her hands got tired of writing and her eyes were watering. “Lazy Lucy,” she would scream when ~after writing a soul-healing poem all night~ she felt too tired to walk the dog in the morning. And Lazy Lucy kept on pushing herself to do more, be more, help more, work harder, push farther, serve better.
Lucy was an excellent writer. She dreamed of being a great writer. Her stories would change people’s perceptions and move them to believe in their dreams. But there was less and less time to write, because there was more and more to do. Lucy was a good poet. She longed for her poems to inspire the world. But she could only steal hours in the night to write the poetry she loved. There was so much to do for so many… and if she didn’t do it, Lucy felt terribly lazy. But no matter how much she did, it was not enough. For every thing she scratched from her to-do list, there were ten things that were left undone. And every time she looked at the unchecked chores, she would shake her head and say: “Lazy Lucy, there you go gain.”
So Lazy Lucy kept doing more. Working more hours. Helping more people, doing more in her day job and writing more at night. And any time that she got tired, she would smack her lips, shake her head and say to herself: “Lazy Lucy, there you go. You are very lazy and a bit crazy, too.”
Until one rainy day when she came home as the sun went down, tired and hungry. She opened the door longing for a bite to eat and a bed to sleep, and as the door swung open, Lazy Lucy was attacked by a huge tide of endless work. Papers, knitted pieces, home-made meals, home-sewn dresses, to-do lists, dishes, laundry, fixed appliances, letters, reports, endless errands, phone calls, folded sheets, and on and on the huge wave poured violently out of the door and like a tsunami, swept her away.
And she was never seen again.
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