Fissures

If you wonder what you are looking at in this picture, it is a fissure, one that has finally begun to heal. It didn't heal voluntarily. It took a special cream from the doctor and an array of antibiotics. It wasn't the only fissure I had on that finger. There were others that came and went after some sort of toxic thorn stabbed my finger when I was cutting down a diseased lemon tree. As an aside, it was a lovely variegated tree my daughter had given to me as a birthday present. It grew beautifully in the ground and produced pink lemons. One spring, it developed a blister on a few leaves. They eventually, in spite of my tree doctoring efforts, took the tree to the sad place that ended with me in the yard, chopping up the branches and bagging them for the trash pick up, and then I was stabbed. Hence, the fissures. It has been over two years since the stabbing. It says something about toxins, which leads me to my next thought.

The definition of fissure describes it as a split or crack in something that forms a long, narrow opening. The word is usually used to describe something such as earth or rock when used as a noun, but in general, it is used to describe a long, narrow split. After watching the news this morning and buzzing through my Facebook friends, I can't seem to get the word out of my head, so I am writing about it. The purge. I am relieved and heartened by the healing of what I hope is my last fissure, but it reminds me so much of what is becoming of our nation. Whether you like our president or not, it is amazing how since he has taken office, we have become swamped with fissures. Males and females, blacks and whites, north and south, Democrats and Republicans, fake news and real news, NFL, basketball, GUNS, Russian conspiracies, you name it, and it probably has a "fissure". Not only are there fissures, but they seem to be infused with hidden toxins.

If you believe as I do, you follow the philosophy that we draw into our lives the energy we need to create the life we wish to live. If that is so, it appears to me our nation is being led by a lover of fissures. They play out well in real TV drama, but we can turn those shows off. This is our lives we are talking about, and I, for one, am not fond of fissures. I long for healing. Fissures are bad enough on their own, but add toxins to the mix, and it takes years to close those gaps. I may lose you on this note, if not already, as I wax poetic, but America, my lovely lemon tree, please don't let me see your toxic branches being chopped up by men and women with evil intent. If you would like, reader friend, join me in a prayer that our cracks are healed, and knowing that God gives us all that we need, thank him this very minute, for the answered prayers of healing for our land. We will change this. There is sufficient grace available to heal all of our fissures.

Peace. Love, Linda