Please don’t make me gag.
Life in digestible chunks
is much easier.
That’s not really how life is though, right?
“It comes in fits and starts.” “When it rains it pours.” “All or nothing.” “Darkest before the dawn.”
The stuff that gets thrown at us can be like a rolling snowball that bowls us over, or we might be able to handle the variety of spinning plates and boiling pots we have to manage.
When I can, I like to look at the pieces of the puzzle one at a time. Know them, taste them, make friends if I can…
Hope, Love, Fear, Desire, Shame, Trust, Rejection, Intimacy.
It is like a box of mixed chocolates. Some super sweet, some bitter sweet.
I try to sample one a day rather than stuff my mouth full, and choke on my own ambition.
Slow and steady, I will eventually digest them all.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and not-so-easy-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you start work on the puzzle of life, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those slow-and-steady-syllables for all eternity.
