who knew the soul went so deep? who knew there would come a time when i would sit back on my proverbial haunches, wipe my proverbial brow and wonder what the heck comes next?
admittedly, i know nothing of bedrock. actually, when i imagine it, i see something more like river rock so i took to google to get a clearer image.
(you know what’s really annoying? searching “bedrock” and having to sift through one billion images of minecraft. but that’s beside the point.)
anyway, i feel like i’ve hit this bedrock of the soul and now i don’t know where to go. it’s solid, it’s there and it isn’t moving so it must be me. Me. who i really am and what i really feel about things. so how do i take this immovable foundation, fill back in the gaping hole i’ve created with my words and my hands and my tears, and live? just go on living, as if i haven’t been dug up, unearthed and exposed?
what do i do with the time it took to get to the bedrock? i’ve simultaneously climbed this Cliff of Unknowns only to look down and discover i’ve done deeper rather than higher. and i look around, peering at what i thought was a summit but is actually an excavation site.
how do you fill in an excavation site? better yet, how do you build on top of a filled in excavation site?