tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737898787392670885.post544589740341617084..comments2013-08-10T14:12:40.824+01:00Comments on Just one more thing...Colombo for a year!: Falling down a holeBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05360732982682386508noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737898787392670885.post-75739924791958594532012-08-06T08:24:39.545+01:002012-08-06T08:24:39.545+01:00Thanks for that Rachael. Funnily enough, Sarah P p...Thanks for that Rachael. Funnily enough, Sarah P put a comment on facebook saying it reminded her of that poem. It feels very relevant right now, in so many ways. So, thanks for sharing! Take care xBethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05360732982682386508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737898787392670885.post-20444646372534106672012-08-05T19:29:45.195+01:002012-08-05T19:29:45.195+01:00Hi Beth,
That sounds like a big shock and I empat...Hi Beth,<br /><br />That sounds like a big shock and I empathise fully as I don't require holes in the ground to be able to fall over and it can feel very vulnerable and jarring aside from the physical pain. I hope you are feeling better now. I like the way you draw the analogy to metaphorical holes and I can't resist copying in this poem in case you don't know it already (the other street may not be possible in the literal sense):<br /><br />Autobiography in Five Short Chapters<br /> <br />Chapter 1<br /> <br />I walk down the street.<br />There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.<br />I fall in.<br />I am lost ... I am helpless.<br />It isn't my fault.<br />It takes forever to find a way out.<br /> <br />Chapter 2<br /> <br />I walk down the same street.<br />There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.<br />I pretend I don't see it.<br />I fall in again.<br />I can't believe I am in the same place.<br />But it isn't my fault.<br />It still takes a long time to get out.<br /> <br />Chapter 3<br /> <br />I walk down the same street.<br />There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.<br />I see it is there.<br />I still fall in ... it's a habit.<br />My eyes are open.<br />I know where I am.<br />It is my fault.<br />I get out immediately.<br /> <br />Chapter 4<br /> <br />I walk down the same street.<br />There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.<br />I walk around it.<br /> <br />Chapter 5<br /> <br />I walk down another street.<br /> <br /><br />~ Portia Nelson ~rachaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11527562508287776249noreply@blogger.com