AppleblossomSenior Contributor
Falling over and getting up again - Literal & Symbolic realms
I fell over on Thursday and today.
Literally, some of you already realise that I often use words in both metaphoric and simpler ways.
Thursday night was while walking with son to the car after choir and it it was dark and I tripped over a small protuberance. It was so good that he actually offered to help me stand up, and the truth was that I did need help as one knee is still badly grazed. I made light of it. I typically blame myself for not looking and my neck for detaching me from my legs a little, but admitted it is happening more often.
I did not blame council, I only realised that other people often do whilst I was in the act of writing this post. I have never really played blamed games but often been accused of it.
Today I fell over at my bench in my kitchen. My son was out at rehearsal. I was making myself a cheese sandwich and from out of nowhere came a physical force that knocked me flying. I stood up and went to bed, then came out later and picked up the butter kn-ife and piece of bread on the floor.
I can et Lacanian or medieval christian or interpret the experience in a number of other ways. I thought I would just share it with the forum. I am ok but it has been a very intense few weeks, even for me.
I need to go and meet my boy for dinner in the CBD ... just a food court I am not really up with this American thing of eating out all the time. This is one of the first posts where I have just come on the forum and posted my thing without spending a lot of time reading through and trying to take on board other people's posts.
I hope all of you are managing well enough.
Apple
