Destination 11 - Doing the Right Thing

Journey of the Unwanted Necklace: Chapter 11 - Doing the Right Thing

Sometimes the best choice when something is broken and missing from life is to fix it and get it back where it belongs. Of course this is easier said than done, and may take a lot of soul searching, prayer and help from those who know us best. While it may have felt damn good for a while to fill in the missing gap with other things...in the end, what was originally in the vacated space is probably what belongs there in the end. If anyone looks close enough they will see the residual glue seeping out of the crack, like quiet tears from my eyes. It will be a sign that it is still imperfect; in a state of healing and repair. While it appears to be whole once again, with the olive happily in balance with the others, the pain remains. While it may appear to be fixed and visually right to outsiders, only those closest know it is just for show while the struggle within the unwanted remains.

Journey of the Unwanted Necklace Destination 10 (I guess?!)

"Ugly Holidays"

There was a lot missing from the holidays this year, since we were hot on the heels of not one, but two deaths in the family. All the same, there is a lot missing from this crazy necklace and, as we have seen over and over, this ugly and unwanted reject is so much more than the sum of its parts. Well, when it comes down to it, aren't the holidays the same? Even when parts are missing, a great deal is alive and well too, ready to distract us from the problems, trouble and darkness our lives normally dish out. There was much merriment over Christmas for us, and there were friends and family all around, for days and days on end. Then, once time with families was done, a welcome blizzard "snowed us in" and allowed us to retreat to the coziness of our home, to reconnect as a family, and to revel in the joys of each-other, familiar and traditional decorations, great gifts, and yummy leftover foods and treats. The trappings of the holiday season so easily allow the ugly and the unwanted to sink back and almost disappear, at least for a while. Still, here we are again. It is Sunday night, on the eve of returning to school, and don't we know that the unwanted will be there, Monday morning, greeting us like a long, lost friend.