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isn't it just awesome


how,

no matter how dirty and filthy something is,

it can always,

always,

be washed clean?



how the stain can always be removed?

how if something is broken,
it can always, somehow, be fixed?

and used again?

how there is always something that can be salvaged,
something that may be retrieved from the wreckage,
always something valuable enough,
precious,
enough,
that is worth forking out for
and reclaiming,
re-owning,
redeeming?



how. awesome.



there is grime burnt onto the bottom of my wok.

i've fried bacon in it, melted chocolate in it, cooked stews and stewed soups in it, mulled wine, scrambled eggs, and stir-fried just about anything i can laid my hands on in it.

of course, naturally, each time i've used it i've never quite bothered to cleanly scrape all the waste entirely off from the bottom. and now,
it's a mess.
tiny amounts of not-bothered-ness layered up to produce an historic record of what happens when you don't deal with the grime.

now, the black is caked on so deep, i can no longer keep pretending to my guests that it's an excessive seasoning of pepper colouring my cuisine. i can't even remember what the bottom of my wok looks like.

and yet,
cobble together a collection of brushes & scourers,
some painfully hot water,
and enough washing-up liquid to turn your hands luminous green for a month,
and with a bit of elbow grease;
you will no longer be obliged to make awkward excuses to suspicious friends upon their next appetite-induced visit.
problem solved.

awesome.



sure, so maybe apple-scented fairy liquid isn't the solution to all the globe's dilemmas.

and our elbow grease on its own doesn't quite cope.

we're most certainly needed to initiate the cut from the

not-bothering-with
...and replace it with the
dealing-with,
but,
then,
what,
exactly?


sometimes we're in need of some slightly stronger stuff.


something more potent.
more agile,
supple,
tangible
and dependable,
something which both trickles into the cracks
and stands against the raging flood,
an all-purpose glue
which doesn't just stick the ends back together again-
but invisibilises the scar as well.

it allows the separate hands to reclasp,
the separate ways to rejoin,
the divided teams to reunite
and redefine their song.
realign,
with what went before
the split.

its reach is deep,
the sttrrretch
claiming the innermost secrets
of those hurts
you had deemed unhealable,
that key you had swallowed forever
trapped in your gullet
piercing your whole
instead
deemed
redeemable.


give time for the glue to dry.
the stain to soak,
the bone to mend.
to suffice;
maybe just a moment.
or a night.
days.
a lifetime?
but,
it will,
will
heal
and
be
washed
clean
once more.


wholeness returned.
received.
redeemed.



awesome.