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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Good Karma...

Karma Whitaker...

That was the name of the woman I met in the temple last night. She was little, and stooped and smiley. Her name was printed clearly on her white nametag.

Karma Whitaker.

It made me wish my name was Karma. Maybe it would remind me to be nicer to people at the grocery store, and to not yell when I drive, and to not leave my dirty dishes in the sink, or mutter things about my boss in my head that may or may not pass the PG-13 rating cut.

I doubt that Karma Whitaker is in charge of doling out much actual Karma. But I think, just in case, I will start trying to rack up more of the good kind of Karma. The Karma Whitaker kind of Karma. The soft, smiling, stooped kind of Karma that leaves you quite pleased with yourself at the end of a long, productive and happy life.

That's the kind of Karma I'm after.



5 comments:

David and Melanie said...

Hey beautiful! Come and visit us this August if you can! The ocean does great things for people's karma.

Joel and Claire said...

Cute post Amanda! I love it!

mav said...

I like this story. I hope we hear more from you in July. And for the record, I don't think it should affect anyone's karma to have dirty dishes in the sink. :)

JD said...

Give yourself some credit. Your mutterings about your boss are easily in 'R' territory. It's that potty mouth of yours that you got from grandpa

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