Cracked Pot
August 4, 2008
A woman went twice a day to get water. She carried her water in two clay pots attached to a sturdy pole.
One pot was perfect, the other was cracked and leaked. Each trip to the stream only yielded one and a half pots of water because of the cracked pot.
The cracked pot was ashamed that it could not carry a full pot of water.
One day cracked pot apologized to the old woman saying
“I feel badly that you must go to the stream often because of me, leaking water all the way back and ending only half full”.
The woman looked at the cracked pot with a loving smile, “Have you never noticed that flowers grow on the side of the path that I carry you?
I planted seeds on that side knowing that you would water them and now your side of the path is a riot of colour and beauty. ”
Thank you Gail for this beautiful story.
This story is namaste.
