I’ll be the first to admit that I have no shortage of faults. But if I had to pick one, the one that’s gotten me into the most trouble over the years…

…it would be that sometimes I get angry.

And when I get angry, I sometimes do stupid things.

I’ve been reading some of my old print journal… especially from 91-ish. I was very angry much of that year. Holy cow. I was wound up and pissy at everyone. I hardly recognize certain thoughts.

There’s also an entry, I’d forgotten all about. synchronicity. I’ve had black cats and frogs on the brain, and here’s something from 1994.

Frogs, like snakes, scorpions, ravens, and black cats are traditionally considered harbingers of doom, witnessed by the following tale.

AN AFRICAN MYTH ABOUT A FROG

On a day when little water was to be found, Man spent awhile in thought and realized that he might one day die, never to rise again. Man sent Dog to God to ask that he might come back to life again, like the flowering plant, after death.

Dog went off and followed his nose to God. He was soon distracted by the smell of soup, and followed his hunger toward the source. Leaning close to watch it boil, Dog was content and forgot his mission.

Seeing that Dog was lost, Frog took it upon himself to go to God and tell him that man did not want to live again. If Man were to be reborn, thought Frog, he would soon muddy the rivers and destroy the birthplaces of frogs.

Dog finally arrived to tell God Man’s message. Leaning low, he crooned Man’s need for rebirth in the song of a howl. God was touched by the devotion of Dog for Man.

But God granted Frog’s wish, because he got there first