Semi-Daily Scribbles

The pool must be pretty on the surface. We would never come near it if we knew what it held. What hides beneath tranquility are all the dark thoughts and nightmares that seek to keep us firmly in our place. Frozen in fear. Shrunken with inactivity. A soothing reflection deceives. It is only fiction if no one believes. Make a ripple and invite the sediment to overwhelm. Process of elimination. It is all self-examination in the end. Jump in, ride the flow, and repeat as needed when hope disappears. Change has a way of calling each of us to task.