“True Love is Frail and Willing to Break”

And often, at the most inopportune moment…

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” as Charles Dickens once wrote. And wow, how very timeless that line has turned out to be for us all.

Something happened yesterday. Something that was upsetting. Something that was indescribably sad (for me). “Violet, you see, it is just not you but me too, who is that very same Violet as thee”…violet can sometimes be the color of a bruise, which started out as purple and then continued to morph into other lesser variations, all in an attempt to heal a wound and to staunch the bleeding…but, what if…the bleeding can’t be contained? What happens?

A tourniquet only works for so long, right?

So, do you just bleed out then? Do you just…continue the cycle of pain?

Or, do you instead choose, at last, finally, to save yourself?

Many of us are very good at over-complicating things, myself included.

ESPECIALLY perhaps myself.

But, then I think of think of Dorothy in “The Wizard of Oz” and how, after all her trials and tribulations, Glenda the Good Witch reminds her of the Ruby Slippers upon her feet and how really, she’s always had the power to go home.

All she had to do was click her heels together three times.

I’ve been thinking about this analogy a lot lately in the past 24 hours because I think, just like Dorothy, the…