![]() “Maybe you could hide things in a hole.” Treasure? Secrets? Some things are better buried. Pretend, or better yet BELIEVE, that by jumping into that hole and digging more, we can journey to the center of the earth. Holes allow us to explore, get messy, muddy even. ![]() What to do with those horrible scary caverns of emptiness?ĭust to dust first a handful, and then the front loader or the backhoe or some well-meaning friends push buckets full of whatever is at hand - dirt, casseroles, gin - into the pit the holes are filled.īut Knauss and Sendak remind us: “A hole is to dig.” ![]() A plan that blows up right before our eyes. This week, yet another good friend, the poster child of good cheer and optimism, suffered a devastating loss that, in her words, left a “f’ing gaping hole.” We went to her son’s funeral on Saturday then received word that her daughter had passed away the following Tuesday.Īnother friend, young and healthy, with the next chapter of his life just opening before him, left swiftly after only a handful of days in hospice. In less than a week, a dear friend lost two children. ![]() ![]() The subtitle is “A First Book of First Definitions.”ĭuring a month that has been shot full of holes, that little book of wisdom and its definition of “hole” provided a much-needed shot in the arm. Remember Maurice Sendak’s playful pen and ink drawings of children in Ruth Knauss’s A HOLE IS TO DIG? In that book, boys and girls roll in the snow and hold kittens and bow to each other in party hats. ![]()
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