Benji and the Drain Critter

One has to admire his tenacity, the clarity of his mission.  He is a sentinel whose job is to keep watch.  And watch he does.  Day after day he returns to the same spot.  His commitment is undeniable as he patiently stands guard.

What caused him to be so focused, so devoted?  Was the first time they made contact so extraordinary, so enticing that the thought of next time became his obsession?

His giddy enthusiasm for this seemingly futile enterprise causes others to take notice.  Some think he’s quite mad.   Some say he’s wasting his time.  Some mock him and his unrequited passion.  He hardly hears them.  He is undeterred.  

Perhaps he ignores the insults because he knows something they know nothing of, sees something they cannot see.  Perhaps he imagines a day when the doubters will be proven wrong, when the object of his longing re-appears.

I wonder if there is anything or anyone that I could be so passionate about, so sure of, that I would endure endless waiting and watching, fend of frequent mocking and do so with great exuberance and joy.  That kind of commitment just might require all of my heart, mind, soul and strength.

 

Mary, Mary quite contrary, how do your buckets flow?

Perhaps because the years have filled me with so many conflicting experiences, people and situations, a simple cup can not possibly hold the measure of my personality. Contrary to the familiar analogy of an optimist vs a pessimist, I have no cup at all, half full or half empty. I spend time, consciously and unconsciously, emptying and filling two large buckets.

Two buckets, one containing all the beautiful, lovely, admirable, creative, joyful, life-giving moments one can possibly imagine. The other, heavy with un-resolved issues, disappointment, pain, guilt, betrayal, fear.

When either bucket is full to capacity, a tiny drop of emotional input triggers an inexplicable reaction, a blending and bubbling up, a spilling out of the bucket’s mysterious content.

Imagine what a steady drip or sudden downpour releases.

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Speaking of Buckets – just for fun – click and listen

Bucket Full of Rain……..DejaBlueGrass Band

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Her name Is Humpty Dumpty

Maya with Doll (Maya a la Poupee) Pablo Picasso.

She was a youth, a beauty,

Was placed upon a shelf,

Poised for admiration,

Was pushed and so she fell.

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Viewing shattered pieces,

The king, he stood aghast,

Summoned men and horses,

Their task to put her back.

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Failing at connection,

In finding what went where,

They wondered at a broken,

That can’t be whole again.

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Not yours to mend, dear soldiers,

Though you’re intentioned well,

The pieces are all hers to own,

And place where she sees fit.

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A different Humpty Dumpty,

A blend of joy and pain,

Mosaic of her story,

Becoming masterpiece.