Sunday, November 14, 2010
Mud. I've been wallowing in it lately. And I do mean wallowing, y'all. Scalp deep in the mud, not especially inclined to come out of it. I've jumped in with both feet. The mud that is resentment. And more than a little self-pity.
And I am waaaay down deep in there.
Shaking my head back and forth so it gets all in my hair. Wiggling around so it gets in all the nooks and crannies. Yes, there is no part of me that isn't touched by the mud somehow. In the ears, up the nose, in between the toes.
How comfortable the mud is, I mean. It wraps you up and entices you to abandon all else but the wallowing. Keeps you focused on the mud, hopes you don't remember your direct line to clean Water.