Creating meaningfulness where the emptiness, loneliness, anger, shame and guilt lie is like taking a swing at a tennis ball and hitting air. What just happened? How far away was I?
Reconciliation with self, then others, takes on a lot of time. Walking alone feels right; walking with others awkward. Laughing is a miserable experience afterward. Crying just seems to come naturally.
If the amaryllis plant can spring up for the fifth year without so much as a little water, so can I speak without my voice cracking as it once did.
Veiled in the busi ness of the day lies the under belly of emotion.
A lack of transparency marked 2016.The great entertainer upstaged the protagonist and all the prognosticators got it wrong. On a smaller, but no less relevant scale, I got it wrong too. From the political scientist whose misrepresentation of himself initially struck a chord to the photographer whose lens was almost always out of focus, I desperately held on to what I thought was a better reality, until I didn’t. In this case, the trees were replaced by the parking lot but the blades of grass that sprung up from the spaces in between represent renewal and promise in 2017.
Have a good one.