T W E N T Y - S I X - L E T T E R S
The gravitational force of crossing over an 'edge,' or boundary, either literally or figuratively has always pulled us. As a kid, maybe it was the invisible line in the back seat. DON'T CROSS THAT LINE, that's your brother's side! Oooh, the temptation. Or that fine line when a crystal glass is at the edge of the table, then when it crosses that edge and inevitably falls. Sometimes a fall can catch you by surprise. Perhaps
you were walking and tripped. About to lose your balance and fall, you stumble, grab something, and try to pull yourself together. In Thelma and Louise, before they intentionally go over the edge, they screech
to a halt at the top of 'a cliff' (The Grand Canyon), they are able to
look around take it in, and back away. Then they still go for it despite
all logic. Scary, liberating, invigorating. But falling nonetheless. Temptation draws them toward the edge. But once they cross over
it, a force takes over, pulls them in, and they can't go back.
Are we supposed to go with the fall or pull ourselves together?
©2009 Wendy Hudgins