I was reading “Because of Winn-Dixie” by Kate DiCamillo. It’s the story of a preacher’s daughter – India Opal Buloni – who comes by a stray dog in the new town they move into, calls him Winn-Dixie and takes him home.
Opal begins to clean in a pet shop to save enough money to buy a leather collar and leash for Winn-Dixie. But she comes to know that the store manager had been to jail. Then she becomes friendly with an old lady, Gloria Dump and tells her about the store manager. Opal needs to know if she should be afraid of him.
To answer her, Gloria takes her to a big, old tree in her overgrown backyard. Hanging on the tree were bottles. “There were whiskey bottles and beer bottles and wine bottles all tied on with string, and some of them were clanking against each other and making a spooky kind of noise.”
Opal asks Gloria why all those bottles were on the tree. Gloria tells her they were to keep the ghosts away – “The ghosts of all the things I done wrong.”
That touched a chord and I am writing this post.
All the things I did wrong clank like I tied them up a tree
Sometimes they are strong like there’s a strong wind
Sometimes it’s just a bit of noise in the background
But they are never totally gone.
Some are things I couldn’t get for myself
I was supposed to reach a point
But life’s a twister and I didn’t reach that point
I set these ghosts to rest. They aren’t worth a bottle on the tree.
Some are times of shame and embarrassment
When I didn’t follow the rules
Of our culture and times
I set these ghosts to rest. They aren’t worth a bottle on the tree.
Some are things I did that hurt somebody
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t mean to hurt
That I was just being myself
They still hurt another.
The things that hurt others clank the hardest
I would tie them up a big old tree any day
So that the smallest wind clanks them hard
And I can’t hear a thing but them.
Hurting others. That’s the only ghosts I’d tie a bottle up in the tree for.
But sometimes, there’s no choice
But to do the thing, the right thing
Knowing there’s going to be
A bottle up the tree tomorrow.
wow…so very well said:
“…Hurting others. That’s the only ghosts I’d tie a bottle up in the tree for.
But sometimes, there’s no choice
But to do the thing, the right thing
Knowing there’s going to be
A bottle up the tree tomorrow….”
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Very beautiful and touching!
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We hear the clamor of the bottles tied up… till when will we hear them clank?
“The things that hurt others clank the hardest
I would tie them up a big old tree any day
So that the smallest wind clanks them hard
And I can’t hear a thing but them.
Hurting others. That’s the only ghosts I’d tie a bottle up in the tree for.”
As we pass through life, we leave a trail of memories; some black, some white and most of them in varying shades of grey.
We aptly said for this trail…
“But sometimes, there’s no choice
But to do the thing, the right thing..”
The inevitability of an action and its repercussions:
“Knowing there’s going to be
A bottle up the tree tomorrow.”
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Simple & Insightful !!!! Luv it …. 🙂
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food for thought 🙂
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