I had a friend who protected herself to death.
She was dedicated to turning over stones to reveal potential and hidden dangers in our world.
She was highly intelligent, and was not going to be anyone’s fool.
She knew where to look, how to research, and how to read between the “it’s not a big deal” lines of rhetoric.
While she was at it, she uncovered all sorts of abuse and injustices, plots and conspiracies.
If you weren’t aware of them, she would disseminate information, seeming to feel smart and important.
There were things she refused to eat or sit next to.
She eschewed Facebook and microwave ovens,
No secret horrors were going to sneak up on her!
“I know too much.” was all she would say, as she mysteriously pushed a beverage away from herself.
The problem was that she forgot there was more.
She focused on the bad, the awful, the scary and the disappointing, like it was a religion, but forgot to acknowledge the beautiful, the potential for grace and trust that surrounded her at all times.
She became out of balance.
Eventually she lost the sweetness of life.
This was confirmed with a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer.
The wonderful and unique gifts she had to offer the world were strangled and withered at the end of a string like a deflating helium balloon.
No one could believe that the life could drain from this outrageously beautiful, ridiculously smart, big hearted, seemingly fearless lioness of a woman.
But with all those punctures in her heart and soul… she couldn’t hold on. Her life simply leaked onto the floor, and crept away on cats paws.