"Down dog! Down!"
The thing was coming at me. It was pounding out scratchy music and flashing blinding lights. It was huge. I was backed into a corner. I couldn’t breathe.
Breathing matters. A lot. The dog was mechanical – it didn’t breathe. So I used my strength, my breath, my fact of existence, my source of personal power, and I huffed and I puffed and I blew the fully present me into its blinking face. Then, the magic started happening.
I flew! That’s right! I flew right over that creature’s head, and I let myself soar into the attic, where I found the secret code to all things. I used the code to break the creature’s batteries, and it stopped dead in its tracks with its mouth flopped open. Its lights remained dimly lit for a moment before they sputtered out.
This shows that if we just show up, fully present as ourselves, we can conquer the ravages of excessive technology in our lives. We must learn to use technology, not to be backed into all these corners were are now in, having to turn this way and that before we can take a step forward.
This is my entry to 's daily freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is mechanical dog.