Debris Pile

Remember the Velveteen Rabbit?

It's the story of a boy who gets a Velveteen Rabbit for a present and loves it so much that its fur wears off and its eyes fall out and it Doesn't Matter because it's what's INSIDE that counts.

Velveeteen Rabbit has a friend among the boy's toys named Skin Horse, a faithful companion of the boy's ... perhaps not as well loved by the boy, but an important part of the toy menagerie, none the less.

Then the boy gets scarlet fever and the rabbit must be burned because he is full of germs.

It ends happily, with the rabbit being turned real by a fairy and set free to have an even better life as a bunny among bunnies.

In one area of my life, there's a version of the Velveeteen Rabbit story being played out. In this story, I take the role of Skin Horse.

So I have a new nickname. It is Skin-Ho. My friend, who plays the role of Velveeteen Rabbit, is V-Rab.

Sometimes, telling a story about painful realities can make them easier to bear.

The good thing is, in the story, Velveteen Rabbit goes on to bigger and better things.

The bad thing is, Skin Horse remains on the boy's shelf, forgotten and alone.

I hope that is not a metaphor for what's in store.

(well, I hope my friend is as happy as Velveteen Rabbit becomes, but I also hope that as Skin Horse, I can move on from what happened in the story.)

xoxoxo love from Skin Ho ...