She called me and said she was just checking in on me. I instantly knew that she really needed me to check on her. But how do you call, out of the blue, and dump a huge pile of garbage with your heart on top - on someone else's overflowing plate. Good thing almost nothing can ruin my appetite. Besides, I had just swallowed a few bites of my own trash, so I had just enough room for hers.
First, I wiped her heart clean with my napkin and offered it back to her. She would need it to help me sort through the mess. Then I listened quietly while she guided me through the bits and pieces of crumpled up emotions, anger that had landed in cubed chunks, and a string of hope so thin, I thought it was a stray hair.
My advice quenched her thirst and her trusting me with her junk was my dessert. She said I could dump on her plate anytime, but I was taught that it isn't polite. So... I eat my joy off the same plate I eat my trash. I wouldn't want to give her my cooties.
8 comments:
You are so CREATIVE!!! Love it! *snapping fingers*
Really good Asherah! I like ;-D
Thank you, ladies!
This is cute. I like the analogies you used in this writing.
Besides there is a lot of truth in these words!
Love this!! I'm re-reading Eat Love Pray and it reminds me of some of her writing.
What a compliment! I read the book in one sitting. I couldn't put it down! I hope the movie is up to par.
Your piece is fantastic!!
Why thank you, Talibah!
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