How bad does it have to get
for us to term it a disaster?
How much that is precious to us
must disappear
before we acknowledge
a disaster?
Is it all relative?
My disaster is your bump in the road?
The things that have flown away
or been spirited far from me,
these things I miss.
But their loss has been no disaster.
I tuck losses into the pockets
of my heart
where they remain hidden
yet still with me.
Thus, no disaster.
Refusing to honor disaster by name
removes its power to appall
and thus to paralyze.
Here's my advice
(remember that I am a list-making Capricorn
who thrives on activity):
ignore the terminology
and apply your considerable talents
to the nitty-gritty of doing.
Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
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