• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 01
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The Rosy Hopped Warning

Shhh. Over here. No down and over. Yes, this way, friend.
Run, hop, scurry—whatever you can do to get away. Do not listen or read the lies handed to you—no matter how cute or unassuming the one who delivers them. For it is not their words on the page, not your interest that is thought of nor expressed and most of all—not the truth. They do not abide by your 'No Soliciting' sign, or the tired look on your face begging not to be bothered.

Look closer through your rose-colored glasses. Squint if you need to. I know they soften and placate this world so you may survive; you may get up out of bed and on with your chores, your job, your necessities. But now and then, remove them to glance and look closer. Yes! See there, right there… see the lie from the corner of your eye, or that prickle in your heart or the churn in your gut.

The past has been reframed and comes back to haunt us. Shift your stance, relax your shoulders, take a deep breath, remove those rosy lenses and seek a new perspective.

Now Question. Question? Question! Who is the author? Who paid for the printing? Who stands to gain? Follow the money, follow the love, follow the power and sometimes even follow the jealousy. Follow their crumbs.

Hmm. Wait. Oh OOPS!

I see now. It is nothing but a thank-you card. I will hop down off my soapbox, and blend with the roses and thank yous. Crumbs, crumbs, crumbs… I will hop away and follow the crumbs to my next question.

One more thing before I go. I wonder, why did you not question me?