Parfait

I often tell clients we are layered folk. We are all layered differently. I have often used geological imagery in therapy... strata. Today I woke up thinking about a parfait metaphor. Maybe I was hungry.

Things come in layers

Laid down layers

Thicker

Thinner

Layers

Differently ordered.

Some layers have strawberries.

Some are thick

With nuts.

I prefer whipped cream

Alas

So often whipped cream

Was forgotten

Not to mention the cherry

On top.

Perhaps whipped cream

The cherry

Are laid down

At the end.

Layers

Now I counsel people for a living.  Of course, as I counsel people, they in turn, offer so much to my own perception of things.  Often I find layers of things I have covered over, as well as the layers with which I cover things.  Iona is a holy place with layers upon layers.  In retrospect it is not a surprise that on Iona I realized there is more to be done.

On Iona I discovered

There is more to be done,

Always more

To be done.

This is hardly new information,

Yet it is somehow

Still new.

There are

Still more layers

To be discovered,

Unearthed.

The layers have always

Been there

Still

I am clever

We are clever

We are all more than capable

Of creating

New things to do,

New things to keep us busy

Cover the old with monuments

Even stone basilicas

Pretend there is nothing

Underneath

Or pretend perhaps

The underneath

Doesn*t matter.