It seems strange to put so much effort into something easily replaced. The stripes are removed carefully, but the blue square with all the stars stays in one piece. All of the flag's parts are then burned in a solemn procedure only conducted by authorized types, such as scouts. Why must some parts be removed?
Taking apart some of the flag, but leaving some of it whole seems puzzling to me, but on the other hand it also makes a bit of sense. You say goodbye to something and that means certain parts are not a part of it anymore and it becomes just one small important piece. I guess that's how my heart feels at times. It is inevitable that one must say goodbye to people, places, times and phases of our lives. What remains is a smaller, but core piece. It's better to do all that with honor, but it's not always easy and unfortunately it doesn't always happen that way.
I haven't written here in a while because I've been busy and I just wanted to process things a bit differently. I'm still carrying around a heavy heart, but it's also one that has joy in it too and it feels like that acceptance stuff is getting close.
Five Favorite Things:
1. rushing water after a rain storm on my drive this morning
2. a quiet place to work
3. that I still remembered how to tag a photo so words will wrap around it
4. strong coffee
5. a sense of accomplishment
