Caught In The Slow Flood Of Sorrow
"One cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but one can prevent them from building nests in your hair." -Chinese Proverb
A silly hat makes me smile. One of my weapons in my fight against the flood.
The idea has been in my head for about a year and I have started and stopped and reworked and deleted and thrown my hands up and whined and fretted and kicked the dog (well, I would've if only we had a dog... ). Is it what I had in mind? well, no, not really - and it just doesn't matter.
Anyway, this is about the little (and big) things that happen to us along the way... the people we lose, the friends that leave, the body that doesn't seem to skate as fast as I remember, the ideas that don't quite work out, the dreams that fade... my daily job is not to let it drown me, my spirit, my joy. I am reminding myself to be vigilant because all of this happens so very slowly... one drop at a time, grinding away and I look up and suddenly that joyful, exuberant man is gone, that smile is hard to find - and who really needs that!
What's with the hat? well, i was gonna use a flower as a metaphor for my joy that I don't want to drown and then I figured 'what the hell - I love this hat!' it's as good a thing as any to save from the flood...
The grind goes on....