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Thoughts and musings of a mom

The little string

on May 25, 2014

I don’t know who put it there. Nor do I care. But it’s there. Resting on the line. The divide. A little white string strongly contrasted by the growing green grass of spring beneath it. Strung and pulled tightly by the two tiny sticks at each end of the string. The chasm between neighbours.

The line was no longer invisible. The proverbial line in the sand had been literally drawn. It sat day in, day out, waiting for someone to innocently trip over the small, obscure little strand of discord. Two sides split down the middle.

A partition of sorts. Not the kind sold by office supply companies and used to increase work productivity. A partition of differences, perhaps even bitterness and a longing to be right.

Not yet a fence. Not yet a wall. Those had been created long before the string came off the shelf. A fence built to keep others out.

Now I’m not suggesting that the two parties join hands, sing a round of Kumbaya, have tea parties and paint each other’s nails. Life is not all rainbows and unicorns. Unfortunately sometimes life doesn’t work that way. Problems are not always solved, like the ending of a book or show.

But in the meanwhile, I’m going to examine my own little strings of discontent. Take stock of any feelings that I have been harbouring and harvesting. Starve the seeds of resentment quietly growing in myself. Quiet that voice that’s far too eager to destroy, not build.

And maybe, just maybe someday that string will become a bridge.


8 responses to “The little string

  1. wee frizz says:

    Visiting via Addie… I really like this Christie… in need of examining my own ‘little strings of discontent’. thanks for this.

  2. wee frizz says:

    (sorry! ChristY)

  3. Love this and the redemptive view of examining those strings, quieting the voices, and working to turn them into bridges. Beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing!

  4. Andrea says:

    Hi Christy! Love your line here about: “Not yet a fence. Not yet a wall. Those had been created long before the string came off the shelf.” Beautifully written, and so true.

    Found you through Addie’s Link-Up. Please stop by and visit some time 🙂


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