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Understanding

January 1, 2011
mised-media and personification

mixed-media and personification

     Understanding cleans houses for a living. He does not advertise in the yellow pages, however. Nor does he drive a car emblazoned with clever slogans touting his dusting prowess or dexterity with a spray bottle. He finds his clients strictly by word of mouth. Sometimes, he just shows up on his own volition like a bouquet of flowers out of the blue. He carries a bucket of water draped with assorted rags, and a top-of-the-line feather duster. He’ll tip his hat to let you know he means no harm.
     Understanding understands clutter. He knows that it sticks to walls, shelves, and brain cells like white sticks to rice. He insists that you watch while he picks up the objects and images in your life, and polishes them to a crystal clear sheen. When he places them gently back in their places, you hear their stories as if you’re hearing them for the first time. The stories are pieces of you kidnapped by errant dust bunnies, and brought home by Understanding’s humble rags. Odds and ends come together like words painted by airplanes in the sky.
     Understanding doesn’t stand out in a crowd. He’s not one to go out in his Sunday best on Monday. That’s impractical in his line of work. I mean, really…he deals in muck and smudges. If Understanding needs to scrub the grime from hard to reach corners, he often has to move heavy appliances. The scrubbing can take hours, if not years. Understanding gets dirty. There’s no way around it. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it. Otherwise, the mold and the muck take over, and next thing you know, Dejection has moved in for an indefinite period of time.
     Understanding leaves almost as quickly as he arrived. You may find yourself doubting that he was ever there in the first place. People who don’t know you very well may snort, and suggest that he’s nothing more than a silly dream. In all likelihood, you’ll resign yourself to the idea that he was only a figment of your imagination. It’s only after Understanding visits several more times (to say he’s loyal is an understatement) that you start to take him seriously, and see him more clearly. You’ll throw your arms around his neck in gratitude once you know he’s for real.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Cheryl permalink
    January 2, 2011 12:28 am

    Beautifully written and so poignant! I would love to see all your “words” in a book.

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    • January 2, 2011 2:25 am

      Thanks Cheryl! I’m taking baby steps. I will make a book at some point…I think. Happy New Year! xo e

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