One of the tastiest frogs in the world is at risk of dying out as a species. The “mountain chicken” frog, once a fixture on the chain of Caribbean islands known as Montserrat, has become endangered through loss of habitat, disease, and over-hunting by humans. In response to the crisis, conservationists have airlifted a number of survivors to new homes, attempting to save their kind from extinction. I think it’s time for you to arrange a comparable intervention of your own, Cancerian. A sweet and delicious part of you or your world is not exactly thriving, and needs some strenuous help and care.
No kidding. Duh. Any ideas? I think I need to get laid. With love. Lots and lots of love. That and a job. But otherwise I think I’m doing pretty darned well.
Well, Master, I’ve learned to be a grasshopper for one thing. I’ve learned that I need to play, that nose to the grindstone was killing me. I needed this 10 months off, stressful as it’s been, to just be with myself. To see how much I’ve grown, changed, since I began this journey. I’ve learned that I want balance. Part grasshopper, part ant, part wild woman, and all master. Yes, for the first time in my life I feel like the Master that Jeshua talks about. He says we’re all masters already. We just don’t see it. I see it now. And I’m going to toot my own horn on this. I’m going to give me my due. I’m going to own the fact that I’ve become far more than I ever hoped I would be. It brings tears to my eyes to realize the gifts I’ve been given that I didn’t even know I wanted.
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