Wannabe Martha

Still trying to figure out which Martha

The Sun Rises, Sure, But So Does The Moon

You know how you can’t look directly at the sun without incurring significant ocular damage, right?  Not so much with the moon.  Last night amid another tedious bout of insomnia, I did just that – went outside, parked myself in a lounge chair and just did a little moon gazing.  I let my thoughts roll over me and I noticed that the slight veiling camouflage of moonlight lets me actually see and appreciate the loveliness that is my home instead of all the little imperfections that I know are there.

I think I see better in that softer light – maybe because it’s also a filter of sorts, and there are fewer distractions.  Sure, you can see everything very clearly in the sun – but that’s the problem, right there – EVERYTHING.  I don’t need to see everything.  I don’t even need to see everything exactly the way it actually is all the time.  Sometimes the stark coldness of reality obscures a better truth – that there is beauty and love and grace all around us, just waiting to be noticed and appreciated.

So I’m putting my rose-colored glasses back on – at least during the day.  What’s the worst that can happen – I fail to notice some other flaw somewhere?  I’m sure some helpful person will be more than happy to point it out to me.  Meanwhile, I’ll get my head (and heart) right again.


Life is a Game

When I first thought about this post, I had the game Jenga in mind – you know – everyone takes a turn pulling a tile from a tower.  Eventually on someone’s turn the tower falls. But the more I think about it, life is really like Kerplunk.  With each turn a player pulls a straw from the bunch.  You try to pull one that doesn’t let any marbles fall (or at least as few as possible).

That’s how life is – a whole bunch of marbles supported by a bunch  of straws and with each decision the marbles stay where they are, or they tumble down.  And, as with  life, when it’s your turn, you have to go; and even the decision to not take some particular action (or stay with the status quo) has consequences, so it’s still a pull, so to speak.  And as there are fewer and fewer sticks, you being to realize that marbles will fall, regardless of what stick you pull.  The question becomes which one will keep the most intact.

And so it is in life.  Only the marbles are people.

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