On Rupture

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

Everything must go. Nothing gold can stay. This too shall pass. For everything must turn. I know, I know we've heard it all a thousand times from a thousand different myriad poets, prophets and messiahs, but no one ever seems to realize that until whatever was golden has now turned to ash between our fingers. I will not say much but I will say that friendship does not always maintain manifestation in the same place from the same person forever. There are seasons in our lives for everything. Seasons for love and loss, seasons for hope and doubt.
And this just happens to be the season of awakening. I have come to terms with the fact that friendships do not always last forever and if they do last forever even the most steadfast have seasons of a sort.

This is the time of year when things spring to life and in this particular case my life does not imitate nature in the slightest. I've discovered that where I once found kinship no likeness of spirit remains. And this particular experience has been very difficult for me. One of my dearest and closest friends, I feel, has betrayed me in a way that I can never forgive, in a way that begets a rupture. There has been erosion for a time and the time has finally come to realize, however horrifically, that some things are meant only to last for a season or two.

And as I have learned through many years of loss, bitterness breeds bitterness and that is simply not something I will allow to happen to me. I will only allow the rupture to weave its course through my life and I will accept this with a still open heart, chin up, shoulders back and this will not shake me and it will not stop me from my goals and I will learn to carry on the fight in another place with another friend for another cause.

But also in this season of rupture we tend to discover that not all things which we believe to have eroded permanently are truly gone forever. Having rediscovered an old friend whom I thought, lost and gone forever I feel new and old may need a good swift kick in the bum.This is a time for new life and a certain, shall we say, spring cleaning is in order, but in this particular case, I feel, the structure just needed a good scrubbing and now it looks like the gold didn't leave it just got dirty.

Scrub the gold, my friends. Scrub the gold.