Unlike adhesive tape bandage pulled off (hurts just in that moment).
Feels strange for much longer. In time, that hurt fades. Numbness fades, sticky-bits wash away and soon we forget what it was like.
People are like that adhesive tape too, stuck to us – not easily ripped away. Hurts. We don’t forget quickly, and unlike the bandage we no longer miss, we are still hurting. Easing away is no less difficult I suppose. Some people stay with us a while. Some forever, whether or not they slam the door …
When a door slams shut, windows open.
So where’s my damned window?
There are windows opening every day …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk with Gusta: 12C/53F, steady moist breeze, overcast except for a band of morning light on the NE horizon – love this time of year; Gusta scarfing down her breakfast, I’m waiting for mine (a brisket cooking overnight will be ready at 7:00 … 225F for 14 hours – I’m salivating).
Thank you Mark, I just got chills reading that write up. Have a wonderful day!, EB, Calgary, AB
Hi Mark. I read your Musings each day, and thank you silently for taking the time to share your thoughts, but I couldn’t let today’s pass without letting you know how apropos your words seemed. I don’t know the answers to your questions in the final paragraph, but sure wish we would all think about them and look for ways to break the vicious circle of violence we seem trapped in far too often, JC, Toronto, ON