The Moon
excerpt from the Koran
letters cut from the Bible
(from a series of 16; each piece is 4" square)
2011
I think there's a point when healing just happens all on its own; you know, without anyone helping it along. It goes largely unnoticed, until one day you suddenly realize that the wound is gone ~ even the scar has faded. It's a wonderful moment. That large piece of baggage (or in some cases, that 14-foot U-Haul) that you've been dragging around for a lifetime is cut free. Rather, it was cut free, and you just now notice. Hey, where'd it go? Wait, am I really done with that?letters cut from the Bible
(from a series of 16; each piece is 4" square)
2011
I guess you were. When it becomes more difficult to hang onto something than it is to let 'er go, you're officially done with it. That's my new rule. If it takes effort to hold onto a grudge, and if you have to keep reminding yourself that you're angry with a person, then you probably ought to let go of the grievance – that is, if you can remember what it was.
O, and I have another, which I call the Five Minute Rule. You know how sometimes you're depressed or worried about something, then you get distracted by a phone call or something, and then when you're done you can't remember what you were worrying about? Yeah, well, it's pretty routine around here. It's totally annoying when you have nowhere to direct your angst. So my rule is that if I can't remember what I was worrying about within five minutes, I have to let it go. Even when I finally remember it, I'm not allowed to worry about it anymore, because it too easily slipped from my radar.
Lately I find myself just hideously happy. It's so off the charts that even I find it cloying, so I try to hide it from my friends. A joyful Madge may be more than they can take. I feign ennui and cop a solid meh, with the intention that they won't be exposed to my insufferable cheer. What happened?? Why on earth should I be this happy? Personal circumstances aside, there comes a point where the deep, primal conflicts are resolved and the tectonic plates in one's psyche have settled, thus affording a stellar view of the cosmos. Something like that. Best not to crunch the numbers and try to figure it out, as you run the risk of talking yourself out of it. It's enough to realize that, in spite of it being a pain in the ass, life is sufficiently good to warrant the hassle.
