Cast upon the world your nets of hopeful wealth and reel back your bounty. What treasures do you behold, captured in the knotted sinew?
I cast out my net each evening before I go to bed. As I drift off to sleep I wonder what I will see come morning light. The treasures that come late in the night through my dreams are not all mine to keep, so they flow right on through the openings. Those that remain are memories of you.
Of times when we laughed at silly childish things. Of the dancing in circles while others joined in celebration of the simpler times in our lives. These fragments of us are what is caught in the evening net.
In the morning, I cast the net out again hoping to capture more wealth. I am not a greedy person! Through the day I go about my business with everyday things. The mundane, meaningful life of adults in a complex world. My mind doesn’t think back to the net for the entire day, until after sunset.
As the sun is setting I retrieve my net for the second time. Inside it a different bounty awaits. For inside the blackened threads are the golden words of wisdom. These remind me that I have survived today. Through the void of dissociation and depersonalization of self, all the words repeat the same message — You are you, regardless of your name.
My net is filled with a wealth not of money, but of memories. From there I can pull from all that I need to sustain my voyage of life.
If we were having coffee you’d see me stressing over the money being spent today as I listen to the roofers banging away while they fix up the leaking roof of our 90 year-old house. When we purchased our home a little under ten years ago I knew it would come with some repairs; I just didn’t think the roof would be one of them so soon.
Having plaster walls we seldom give little concern to the subtle cracks that constantly appear. Last weekend though things began to look rather bleak. When my husband and I returned from the trailer our daughter informed us that her bedroom ceiling had been leaking through the night during the heavy rainfall.
My husband had a roofer come look yesterday morning to determine where the problem might be. Upon inspection they both immediately spotted where the leaking was coming from. Shingles were missing creating a way for the water to get in. We don’t know how long this had been going on since spring rains have just started here, but we had been noticing shingles on the ground since last fall. We have a neighbour with a bad roof, and assumed that they were his. I guess we were wrong.
This isn’t the first time this old house has leaked. We have an on going issue with the mysterious leak in the mudroom. This roofer says he knows how to fix it though. I’m hopeful he does. We have already had that roof re-shingled once before. The issue with it seems to be a result of bad flashing between the tiny roof and the house. He assures me this will be done properly, so that there be no more waterfall effects in the doorway leading to the kitchen when the rain comes. The dog will be thankful since that’s right where her bed is.
I’m trying my best to keep on the positive side of thinking knowing the leak is being handled before today’s rain. Also, that as I watch the workmen outside, I feel assured that it isn’t my husband up there trying to do the repairs himself.
Silence is not golden. Harsh words said in anger cause lasting pain. Subtle messages disguised as jest perpetuate the undercurrents of the changes we want changed.
When words are never spoken the world continues as it always has. There are loud voices, and there are small ones too. It’s interesting to see how technology has changed the way we use the power of words to influence those around us.
Combining our message with video, cartoons and emoticons we have developed a new language. A new age of communication that seeks to inform the world of what we will and will not stand for; inequality, hatred, abuse, suffering, war, etc., yet at the same time we continue to expose the pain of others for our enjoyment.
It would seem no matter how you look at which side you stand for, positive or negative there will always remain a mix. Don’t believe me? Have a look at what you read, shared online, or have captured in prose or image. What pleasure have you derived from this? What message did you expect from others?
In a complicated world of mixed messages it is no wonder we are confused about the issue of peace, love, and personal worth when there is always the opposite directly in our path.