One day thoughts about my life kept popping into my brain, and I noticed that my thoughts were rather negative. According to my perspective, my life was more than a little out of control. Even though I tried to be calm and more in control, I could only control one part at a time. When I got one part under control, another part began to fall apart. There never seemed to be a time when I could honestly say that all parts of my life were going well, or that even most parts of my life were in harmony.

So, I am sitting and thinking and a vision of a plate of spaghetti pops into my brain. I can see the jumble of the noodles and the sauce encasing each strand. I begin to think, is it the sauce that makes eating spaghetti so complicated or is it the noodles? I decide that rolling spaghetti or twisting it on a fork is no different with or without sauce; so, the difficulty lies in the way the noodles become tangled or intertwined; and, the sauce has nothing to do with it. Tangled or intertwined, that sounds like life.

I’m thinking that life can be defined as a collection of actions, interactions, phases and episodes intertwined, and trying to keep the parts of the collection from becoming too tangled is where life gets messy.

I try to console myself by saying that messy isn't so bad. Messy just means busy and when life is busy, life is interesting, but the more interesting life gets the more difficult it is to keep under control. To me this sounds like preparing and eating spaghetti. The uncooked spaghetti is all straight and separate in the box, but when the heat is turned on and it is added to the water, look out trouble lies ahead. The spaghetti becomes tangled and it surely doesn’t straighten out when it is put on the plate and covered. On the plate it remains tangled and the sauce makes it a little more challenging. Just like life messy, tangled, and not easy to control. So, metaphorically speaking, life is like a plate of spaghetti--messy, but enjoyable.

I have a postcard that sits right in front of my computer. It states. "Every life writes a poem."and so, here is a poem that relates to my life and to spaghetti.

interconnections

spaghetti spaghetti

from box to pot to plate

delicious in every way 

from early until late 

spaghetti spaghetti

spaghetti spaghetti

on the table on the bed 

it tells me what to say 

and then I call it said 

spaghetti spaghetti

spaghetti spaghetti

in my home and on the run 

it tells me what to do

and then I call it done 

spaghetti spaghetti

spaghetti spaghetti 

on my face and in my brain

it slips out of control

and I call that insane.

spaghetti spaghetti

i think I love you

Posted on November 29, 2009 01:54