around and between the edges of the troubles there is the life if we let ourselves see and feel and really know what we know deep down that it is not about what the newsman would have us think it desolation and drama and heartache and loss it is not even what we sometimes see out our very own front windows although that is there don’t get me wrong but it is not the drama it could be made out to be the ‘awful’ my mother describes so much as anymore no life is not these things it is what bubbles up in between these troubles and if we let it if we see it and feel it and realize this truth it rises to the top and foams over the glass and spreads and fills into the cracks and crevasses so that the drama that wants to look like it is the everything even it dissolves in the puddle of this wonderful, this awe-full, bubbling of life
runon: meeting life as it bubbles up
