Rabbit Trails and Spiderwebs

Cohesion  The mess was mine.  The mess was close.  The mess came in an instant.  In an unexpected way the water broke all around me, I could not make it stop.  It ran until it was done of its own accord.  Like the sobs of a wounded soul, there was no stopping until the exhaustion was pervasive.  The work of keeping it all together and contained was captured in the spring, and had been released.  The work had been hidden from the unsuspecting, the uninterested and, myself as well.  I had not taken the account of the labor needed to hold it all in place.  To keep the plates spinning and balls juggling and the tension “just so”.   Seemingly innocent was the question.  Seemingly simple was the reply.  It was the gaze that was different.  It was the intensity that made the difference.  The eyes that did not simply accept the pat answers and glib explanations.  It was the power of those eyes that d...

The gift Actually, it came as a surprise.   The gift was simple enough, a gold chain with a heart, but it was that it was a gift and not expected that carried the weight of it.   Simple, in that it was not gaudy and flashy.   Simple, in that it carried no expectations.   Simple as well, in that the gift and the giver were gracious in the giving and the receiver was matching in the receiving of it.   It wasn’t the first gift and it won’t be the last.   It will always be gracious.   That is how the system works.   Surprise, gracious and without strings that complicate. It wasn’t always that way.   The maxim is that “You cannot give what you do not have”.   That was, and is, always the case.   What you don’t know is the process for any individual story that carried the teller of that tale from before to after.   It is the same for your story as well.   No one knows unless you tell, unless you have a compan...

The Ring.   The ring was distinct, the edges were clear.   Round in the most normal of ways but specific in its own thickness.   The ring was the result of time and the forces that formed it.   Like others that had come before, it was natural and obvious in its growth and development, but larger this time.   Not exactly a copy, but a continuation of those that had come before. This ring had variations that were the result of the forces that made it, individual and singular.  The one that formed the ring would know of the details and the struggles and the time needed to complete it.   And time moved on.   The ring would show the evidence of all that was a part of that time but would be silent about it.   The evidence would show in a time yet unknown.   Many more rings would be formed before that day. The number can matter, but not to each ring. Each is a record of that which went into the form and size.   The dr...