Q is for ...

... Quake.

Life's full of little tremors.  Little bumps of the oh wells, followed by some hard fought smiles and pick yourself ups and that's okay, some things aren't meant to be, but all in all, life is good.  Tremors, if we take them as minor hiccups, can serve to focus the wandering, and wondering, mind.  A mind easily taken on paths of now- pleasures.

Occasionally, though, these tremors become quakes.  These quakes are seismic, and not because it takes more to move passed them, but because they are simply that cataclysmic, requiring more from us than just a nonchalant shrug and forceful step forward.

A Diagnosis.  A Loss.  A Truth.  An End.

Quakes come in all shapes, but their size is not quite quantifiable.  They are the size of our hearts & our hopes for they are reminders that we are human, but here for a short time.  We try, we try so hard to be so much, but in the end, we are really nothing.

Tremors give you a glimmer of this truth.  Quakes make this truth blinding. 

Q is for Quake.

P is for ...

... Possible.

It's Father's Day today.

I wish for all of you to give your Dads huge break-his-ribs hugs.  And if that's not possible, chat him up on the phone.  And if both those things are simply impossible,  just think about all those times when you could and did.  Then, laugh a bit and cry a bit and have a little moment when you wish the impossible was possible.



P is for Possible.