Right Angle

Hard turn… right angle change. It’s abrupt to make a left hand turn from the right hand lane, when life was just going along in a routine. Like daylight saving when time changes and you lose or gain an hour. Reality is not the same. The idea of unraveled string with no vertices, no corner, no lines when making a mental change. What is the timeline, no one knows, when will it come to a close. The dichotomy of the unpredictable gray of it all. It’s a calling not a choice to be temporary, short term and to be grounded in the spontaneity of life and death.

I am fond of trays, they have right angles and handles, built to carry or contain. They are defined with edges so it the weight is balanced the items can slip but they don’t fall off. Trays can separate projects, define a goal, they are finite with a purpose and a plan. Like a tray of lunch when it’s done it’s carried off, cleaned and they filled again. Ah, that right angle again.

Delicious Ambiguity, by Gilda Radner

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme and some stories don’t have a learn beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and marking the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity

As a death doula, I am a picture frame that is still angled against the wall, awaiting my placement. Ah, another right angle.