WAIT, is it lode or load? – Part 1
Wednesday, January 25, 2023
No, I mean weight for it.
Hold on; I mean both …
Weight, the wait for the burden to lift, hangs albatross-heavy on necks, responsibilities to be carried on stooped hunchback frames of diminishment through life, struggling in constant hope they’ll lift easy, like fog blowing away into the day, leaving obligations right where they’d landed.
Too much weight, or too little, seems at first about questioning whether we can have too much heft or not enough left or too much gravitas without enough meat and gravy to nourish bellies.
Still, we all know we carry two kinds of weight everywhere we walk or struggle, those mid-section/mid-life pounds created by mashed potatoes and meat, dessert, and calories we never burn because we permit ourselves to rest.
These burdens drag through life as if bolted to our stooped frames, handed the ones piled on by generation upon generation. The weight (not a rock) of ages, cleft for me – baggage indeed, mother lodes, unbearable weight …
Let’s shift from philosophical tracks to ones of traction, built with nuts and bolts, roaring engines and squealing tires, overhead camshafts, points, condenser, plugs and manifolds – so much weight under every hood.
Weight in terms of our physical health/weight we carry ~ that’s a topic for another day.
I’m talking about the weight of a different variety of the heaviness term. The weight of things, the physical and perceptual weighing on us, pulling down, dragging us down, holding us down and then back, and taking far more energy away from us. So much that we are left short without reserves. We need to move forward. Our alternative is to take on more food and fuel for the journey or to carry light loads.
The anvil heavy weight of family, or history, is no mystery – it’s been hung around our necks so long we forget to lay it down on the ground, the foundation we need to launch whatever comes next.
The weight of history upon us is heavy beyond its pounds, but how do we shed or shirk that load, always needing more fuel and better tools to get us where we’re going?
There is a strong correlation between these metaphors and car building.
Check in tomorrow for – Part 2, another part that comes after this first part
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