Picking Up The Pieces

"Picking up the pieces" means you have broken and need to make yourself whole again. But I don't believe you can ever be truly whole again. While the pieces inevitably do get put back together, sometimes they don't fit the same as they used to, or some of them get lost and those holes get filled in with something else. The "whole" is never the same; it becomes different, new, more beautiful.

Taking A Road Trip With Life

There’s a saying that has stuck with me: “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” Most of what I planned for my life hasn’t happened… yet… and because of that, I’ve learned getting through life is like taking a road trip.

I love road trips. But Life got in my car, pushed me out of the driver’s seat, told me to hold on, and took me for a crazy ride. A little too crazy, a little too fast, and a little too unpredictable. Other times, Life was driving Miss Daisy so slowly, the snails were zipping past us. Life also sped through red lights, went down some one-way streets the wrong way, and turned left instead of right a few too many times. Some detours made it impossible to backtrack. Meanwhile, the map flew out the window and my compass broke along the way.

Too Many Tears

A poem for the times, by J.D. Hanning

I weep for Humanity
mourn the loss of compassion
and stand bitter in the wake of greed