(excerpts are from Oh, the places you'll go)
"Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true
that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked."
Thankfully, the poem doesn't end there, though I certainly have days where it feels like life does. But what's even worse, are the days spent in "The Waiting Place…for people just waiting."
"Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting."
We read this book to my preschool class yesterday, and some of the mind-word pictures brought sadness as they traveled to my ears and heart. I know how it feels when "your mountain" is just too big and shadowy to climb. If that's where you are today, it's ok to stay bundled up inside for awhile. Sometimes crying is the only thing to do and why? is the only question to ask. I pray that small voice still reaches you, over the howl of the Hakken-Kraks; may God's arms close tight enough to feel.