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I wondered tonight, as I cleaned the kitchen, scrubbing everything down with the fresh scent of pine, "How can things get in such a mess, in such a short length of time?" I ask myself. "How can a single woman, with no other companions than three small, homeless waifs, canine by name, create so much bother, that burdens an already crowded schedule." "Cleanliness… is next to Godliness," granny's words come back to me. And, I lighten up, as usual, re-examining my motives for living, for existing in a world full of hurried "hello's" and quiet time that goes unspent with those who make it all worthwhile. "A little grime, a little grease, a few puppy hairs that should have never found their way into an otherwise spotless kitchen." "What does it matter?" "What could be more important?" "Nothing!" I tell myself. Because for every little part of joy that shares its space with us, no absolute bliss is ever achieved. Our loves, like our lives, are filled with tiny imperfections that we never notice, while we are really loving. Miniscule flaws are momentarily unforgiven, only when loved ones go too far out of sight. Yet, we love them, as if they are a part of us, because they are… and because they forgive all of those little imperfections of our own... copyright 2001, b. j. pearce |