Thread: INTRO/DC-1 - DawgBone's Workbook

Cinderella - 5am 8-17-10

I was by myself in what appeared to be a college dormatory. A cleaning woman came into the room. She seems rather dumpy and nondescript and asked me where and what she should clean. We got to talking, and she told me about a little, black puppy that she had helped. The puppy had not been feeling well and was near death. She gave it a cookie. The cookie healed the puppy and brought it back to life. I could now see the puppy. He was running around sniffing and licking and wagging, doing all the things that puppies generally do, totally restored.

As she left the room I told her that she could clean wherever she liked, that she knew more about such things than I did. I noticed that instead of being a nondescript, little cleaning lady, she was actually quite beautiful, stunningly beautiful.

How could I have not noticed that before? Was it her generosity of spirit in helping the dog that made her beautiful? Was my perception of her changed by her warmth and kindness? Was she beautiful all along, and I just didn't notice?

Cinderella.