I spotted this rope in a bin at Home Depot. I had no idea such beautiful rope existed. I uploaded the photo into WordPress right away, and it sat for a year, waiting for inspiration beyond its mere beauty. I’ve been at the end of my rope waiting for an idea to come for a post.
Until last week.
Grandson Mazen reported to his mom that unlike preschool, at a summer camp they don’t have to hold onto a rope when they walk as a group down the hall.
Ah, I thought, lucky Mazen, feeling the independence of walking like the big boys do.
Then Kath added, “But I think he misses it. I think he likes holding onto the rope.”
Our world pushes independence. Women of a certain age are supposed to be brave, bold, empowered.
I felt some of that bravery as I awaited cancer surgery this time last year.
But maybe that’s because I had beautiful ropes to hold onto.
Let’s hear if for the ropes! Thank you one and all.