when i was a little girl... my mother meticulously cut away the crusts of my sandwiches because she knew i would always eat out the insides, where the bread was soft and plump with tuna or peanut and jelly and leave the crust behind, just like this... on the edge of the plate
something about seeing this familiar image drew me right in.. initially i think it was the table cloth and plate making it more of a visual feast..just like the insides of a sandwich...the obvious tasty palatable part.... but what resonated was the crust left behind... .. to a repeated childhood memory 50+ years ago..
as an adult i look at it now.....symbolic of one of lifes many lessons.....that which we dont want to see or deal with..... the left overs....what’s left behind..... someone eating out the good of something.... the easy part...the insides... something more accessible... and yet what might be harder ..less tangible..taking more effort...and therefore more difficult to swallow... left over..........
what i know... is that it’s easy to enjoy and feast on all the good parts life has to offer.. but it’s often the mountains we climb... the seasons we must get through.. lifes curve balls that make us stronger...wiser.. more compassionate and decent.. we learn empathy... and develop character.......
