Sigh…
That is not a sigh of sadness, of grief, or of pain. It is a sigh of one who is exhausted finally gets to breathe!!
A couple weeks have gone by in fast forward motion it seems. My life has been that of a country under siege. Always cleaning up after the last attack, just to be ready for the next one. Most of the time, the attacks have been smaller in scale and were easily managed by using basic defense tactics. Once in a while there were bombers hitting targets that were very important to my line of defense and caused quite a rumble.
One eventful night, the end of the war was in sight and I could almost see the peace treaty. Thinking that was the case I went from my bunker (the costume shop), to home base (my house) to celebrate a little.
Just before the victory party began, what seemed like two nuclear bombs hit one right after the other. Not even leaving time to register the first before the second hit. The rest of the Home base was unaware and we went on celebrating like it was Halloween, (it was).
The hard thing about this ill timed attack was the nature of the bomb. So totally unexpected and unannounced, there was no time to prepare. The attacks are over and now I am left to clean up the mess.
For me there are no Peace Corps coming to my rescue, there is no red cross that can help. This is a private war that must be forged on an intimate scale.
The fact is this; I was walking around campus today, thinking too much, and trying to analyze everything to the smallest degree. When, suddenly a scene presented itself, one that took my breath away. Just a fall scene, but everything was so still and peaceful that it calmed my thoughts and cleared my heart, if only for a moment. Took a picture of it, and realized that at the end of the side walk was a light.
The universe has conspired once again to kick me in the seat of the pants and tell me quite clearly to stop being so dramatic/serious about everything.
The war wages on, but not as bad as I first thought, and not unmanageable in the least.
1 comment:
The funny thing about it, is you DO have a Peace Corps that will come to your rescue! He is ALWAYS there when we need Him. And I will be your Red Cross. I'm no expert, but I can sure slap a band aid on a wound or two!! Love ya sis. "everything, is gunna be alright. . . rock a bye. . .rock a bye. . ."
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