The Chicken Wing Oracle

You come across an antique refrigerator door with a giant chandelier sticker on the front. You can’t explain it, but somehow you know you must open the door. What is inside is important to you right here, right now.

You grab the metal handle and as the cool fresh light of the interior turns on, a boisterous chicken wing presence steps out to greet you.

You have found the Chicken Wing Oracle, and it has a story to share with you today.

The Chicken Wing Oracle says:

Chicken wings are messy. They cover your fingers, coat your lips. To eat a chicken wing, you have to connect to your primal nature. They’re a little animalistic, even. So is joy.

We’re taught from day one to hold back from enjoying ourselves fully: in the name of humbleness, in the name of not making anyone feel bad about our happiness, in the name of not appearing to be rubbing it in.

Heaven forbid you celebrate your much-deserved good things when they come your way. Someone might accuse you of believing that you actually deserve them.

That was sarcasm. You are worthy of every drop of saucy, sticky, sweet goodness that comes your way of its own accord.

You are allowed - no, encouraged - to experience your joy to its fullest. You are allowed to enjoy your joy, to not play it off or downplay it or play about it at all.

You are allowed to be seen enjoying yourself.

Joy doesn’t worry about what’s next. Enjoyment, true enjoyment, is present moment. Just you and the chicken wing, your favorite sauce smeared across your face and not caring a lick what anyone else thinks of your messy face as you devour the deliciousness.

Your joy relies on being immersed in its present moments gifts. You can’t properly enjoy your chicken wing without being in the moment of consuming, of putting your senses, your attention, and all of your fingers on it. You have to become one with the wing. You have to become one with your joy.

There will be a time, later, to wipe yourself clean and clear your throat. To get back to business and rinse yourself back to fresh-faced civility. But the moment of chicken wings and the moment of joy both call for excess, the full immersion of experience, of forgetting manners in the face of delight, of being nourished, of being full and fed and happy about it.

For some people, chicken wings are too much. Some don’t want to be seen in their abandon, in a vulnerable state of mess and chaos. They are afraid to be observed in their most primal form. Everything must be eaten primly with a fork and plenty of distance between self and the plate. They must pretend aloofness, deny full-face joy to the senses, be reserved and polite about not enjoying themselves too much.

But guess what comes with enjoying one chicken wing? More wings.

Guess what comes with embodying joy? More joy.

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Bailey Lewis - the voice behind and creator of Found Oracles - is an award-winning writer, multimedia storyteller, and owner of Bailey Sends Word Story Studio.

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