inklings of watering cans

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Don’t do like Blanca Noire. She walks with a pebble in her shoe on the way to her grave, never stopping to take it out because there is no time. No time for anything but stop-gap undertakings. No time to excavate the inner self, to see what treasures might be found.


Easier to trudge the arid plains with a pebble in her shoe, the pebble as a blind eye turned toward the thirsty soil, not seeing how intellectually parched she is, and how hounded by inklings of watering cans she can’t help but be.


Don’t lose sleep like her. When she does sleep, she wakes dazed, forgetting the pebble and everything but how to tie her shoes, as if getting places, just the walking there, is all there is. She forgets the need to have something to show for herself when she gets there, something meaningful.


Easier to let her beauty speak for her, to let the golden ratio rule: the symmetry of her face, a pleasant tonal transitioning; her youthfulness, a naturally inspiring thing; and in her clear, smooth skin is the knowledge of the ages.


Don’t get old like Blanca Noire, surprised to find her path has led her to a day when she could have so much to say, but for all her benign neglect. She’s annoyed to find a pebble embedded in her foot and angry to see her face so dry and cracked that it can no longer speak of anything but regret.


Don’t die like her, alone and withered and reaching out for a watering can just a few million moments too late.


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4 Responses to “inklings of watering cans”

  1. May 18, 2014 at 10:26 pm

    There are many that walk through the years unaware of life, love, hope and joy. Living is mechanical just like walking unmindful of that pebble in her shoe. At the end her name is ticked on the register; another life wasted. Brilliant writing, I loved it.

    • 2 zanzinece
      May 19, 2014 at 1:26 pm

      Well put, Old Egg! Exactly the message. I try to remember it whenever I’m grumbling or dragging around all tired and put out, try to give myself a little jog: make the most of your time here!
      As always, I’m glad you dropped by and thank you so much for your use of the B-word in relation to my writing : )

  2. May 25, 2014 at 12:30 pm

    It is easy to look back and think there is just one moment when the pebble can be removed..chances are with each step we would gather a new one..that she knows it is there is her gift..we wish we wish we wish that even if found in the last moment that watering can brings peace xo

    • 4 zanzinece
      May 27, 2014 at 6:37 am

      My dear Jae, you’ve such a heart and endless patience for the eternally incorrigible! You’re quite right about continually gathering stones. And even though Blanca Noire and folks like her wouldn’t change anything about the way they perceive and deal with those stones, they could use your advocacy, if only to make them feel better along the way : )
      Thanks millions for coming back to re-post your comment, btw – proves WordPress is over its hissy fit!

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