sinkholes

I can’t stop staring at the sinkhole in Guatemala. The impressive crater swallowed a three story building as the foundation fell over 200 feet as the ground around it became eroded by Tropical Storm Agatha.

How alike we are to that building. Little by little, and often without us noticing, the ground beneath us wears away. We don’t need a hurricane, just one good, gusty storm, and we collapse and we fall. That building will most likely never see sea level again, but this is where we are different. We don’t have to stay defeated by grief, addiction, or whatever ails us.

I just finished watching the entire series of The Wire. I keep coming back to this quote:

“You don’t have to feel shame for holding on to grief, as long as you make room for other things, too.” Bubbles

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