I see that holes are in the news this morning. Sad. That’s why I’m reusing “Holes” as a blog title.
Here’s my first thought about holes, here and now:
Anybody who uses the word sh*thole to label an entire country is an *sshole.
Do you see any holes in my logic there?
Let’s fill the holes in this blog post with some photos, shall we?
To fill the holes of judgment and negativity with some goodness, compassion, and forgiveness, I’ll say that *sshole is a common label for somebody with a personality disorder.
Then why did I use the word *sshole above? Out of anger and fear. Anger and fear can feel like holes in the heart.
That heart-shaped cookie filled a hole in my stomach last night, after a therapy group where people talked about filling the holes in their lives with compassion, connections, and helpful activities.
I’m sharing a song by Hole today, because I hope we’ll Live Through This.
Thanks to all the holes that helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.
