Hole in the Ground...Hole in my Psyche...

Have not posted for a while. New Year with New Hope and new intentions of posting more frequently. Feel like I need a ruler smack on the back of my hand!

I have had a fear of deep dark holes...those in particular of a hand dug well...since childhood. I can vaguely remember the national news reporting of a small child caught in a well hole many decades ago...though I can not seem to google the event. Big news in the 50's when we were just getting used to seeing what was happening away from our own small communities. The black and white screen showed people with vehicles all in a small area either to help, or offer aid to the family and workers. Did I dream this??? It is so vivid in my mind....

We came upon an abandoned well this week...and brought back these memories...and reinforced my fears. It was difficult to stand near the place. An attempt to cover the well had been made but still a child or small animal could easily fall to harm or death. Pictures were taken and I even dreaded looking at the hole through camera lens.

But as with most fears...once you are more familiar with the object of the fear it becomes less menacing. Seeing the bottom of the pit was comforting to me...no longer just a bottomless void it did have an end. Though a fall would no doubt cause harm...my mind could wrap itself around the idea of it. This pit of darkness I can make peace with and work near with a good dose of respect.