Muck is a good word. It brings to mind muddy waters, thick gooey puddles of sticky slop. You can imagine the traps, the dungeons of hope and fortitude filling up as the liquid disperses and sucks in the fear. Like a quagmire, it might at times hold you in place- make you feel cornered and stuck.
But it can also build a wall, A wall on which we can lean and take a rest. Muck. We have all swam in it, sank below the surface in it, and discovered how to built a raft in order to ride the waves it causes. We avoid it, we jump into it- we welcome it.
For the muck is everything we misunderstand, we find ugly, we care deeply about, and we use to kick ourselves into gear. We step out of it more enlightened, more exhausted and more cognizant of what we need to do. But it can be heavy, it can weight us down and slow our pace. But, it allows us to see the scenery and make decisions and choices.
The muck is something we need to experience. We need to be at the center of it- not in the outer rings of its orbit.
So lean in, even crouch if you need to, sink a toe in- and follow the current.
No comments:
Post a Comment