This morning when I tried to put on an earring, it was as if the hole in my earlobe had closed up overnight. I kept poking and pushing the thin band of gold wire to no avail so I finally gave it a rest. Later, I tried again and it slipped right through. It made me think of holes in the heart and resistance and mystery and age and surrender.
Someone posted this on Facebook today, and I can't get it out of my head.