Implosion

In June, when I wrote about folding in, I imagined a calm, controlled, and dignified process of shutting out the world's chaos. But the world, apparently, doesn't work that way. What happened instead was more of an implosion, as though someone lifted the lid of my vacuum sealed jar-of-a-life and the walls suddenly shattered into a million splintered shards. A pile of fractured hearts. A cosmic collapse.

Time to pick up the pieces, right? Or, as certain of my by-the-bootstraps friends would say, "Snap out of it." Sure, I can paste on the courageous smile and nod my head "yes" — while my heels are teetering off the edge of the big black hole behind me. I reach out into that void... and there's no one there. Sometimes, you just have to drag your own sorry self out of some of those big bad places. I know a clean sweep is in order, but I'm still fumbling in the dark for a broom.

Heart of Glass?

Who can pretend to know the capacity of the human heart? There are rooms inside, secret chambers, of which you know nothing. Doors whose existence you've denied will fly open when you least expect it. Windows you've held open forever will close of their own accord. In that vast space there is a wide, dry plain of loneliness and a deep well of forgiveness.

When you feel your heart will burst, it fiercely holds itself together.

How can you ever say you know another's heart? Have you fully explored all the dark, far flung corners of your own? One thing I feel to be true is so beautifully expressed in the words of Casey Haymes: "I believe in everything the heart can stand." Do you?

All You Need Is Love

LOVE YOUR MOTHER!

'NUFF SAID!