Hole

Lately I've been experiencing some very heavy days. I've decided that the only thing to do at the end of one of these heavy days is to find a hole and hide in it. I am going to bury my entire being underneath a warm comfortable depth of solitude. I am going to mute all the noisy, doubtful, angry, sad, and pessimistic thoughts that creep into my usually overly optimistic mind...

I'm going to a place where there is no cell phone reception or roads for anyone to find me...

I am going to hide in a big giant hole.....























But then someone reminds me that tomorrow is Monday. I'm supposed to dust myself off and push the heavy aside. I'm supposed to continue on like the strong woman I am striving to be...



I have been hard pressed for my own words...so I will borrow others'. Here's an old one that has always brought back a little bit of strength and reminding me that it's not supposed to be easy.

'Water, on the other hand!--hah!--there's no limit to the praise Water gets. Floods, rains, burst pipes, they make no difference. Water is everyone's favorite. And when they call it the Fountain of Life!--bah!--well, that just bugs me to bits.' The Fire Bug dissolved briefly into a little cloud of angry, buzzing sparks, then came together again. 'Fountain of Life, indeed,' it hissed. 'What an idea. Life is not a drip. Life is a flame. What do you imagine the sun is made of? Raindrops? I don't think so. Life is not wet, young man. Life burns.'

"Luka and the Fire o f Life", Salmon Rushdie

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