Maybe, 2016

11-11-16-maybe-2-framedFriday, November 11, 2016. 

Three days after the election of Donald J. Trump.

People marching in the streets.

Clients coming in anxious and depressed about the fate of the nation.

They, like I, fighting off scary projections about what will happen now to minorities, to Obamacare, to Planned Parenthood, to SCOTUS.

What happens with Russia, and ISIS, and abortion rights, and guns in our schools, and Rudy Giuliani as Attorney General.

And the KKK and American Nazis, who seem poised to go mainstream.

And I’m trying my damnedest to be Buddhist about this whole thing. 

Because projection is so dangerous. 

It’s so easy to scare ourselves shitless.

This Zen story helps me to remember that.

I hope it helps you, too.



There was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years.  One day his horse ran away.  Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit.  “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.  “Maybe,” the farmer replied.  The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses.  “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.  “Maybe,” replied the old man.  The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg.  Again the neighbors came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.  “Maybe,” answered the farmer.  The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army.  Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by.  The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.  “Maybe,” said the farmer.

3 responses to “Maybe, 2016

  • Eunice

    Love this story every time you print it and yes, this story helps.
    I have a sign I’ve had on my door (leading to the outside world) for 2+ years that reads: “Not to spoil the ending for you, but everything is going to be okay”
    Things may not be the way I want (i’m in my 40’s & still throw hissy fits) but I will be okay. =]

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