What happens when you lift the top slice
So we've become the sandwich generation. The meat in the sandwich of a genetic luncheon platter.
How? When did this happen?
I had a deep and meaningful discussion with the ham to my cheese this morning. We talked about lots of funnies before hitting some serious stuff. Sandwiches.
You see we are children, but we are parents. These other generations are the bread that make the sandwich. They are both absorbed with what they need, what they are, and generally consumed with whether they are white, brown, 5 seed, rye, or gluten free! They can be thick, thin, toast, even rolls really.
Yet, while they are consumed with themselves, without us what are they? A lump of substance that lacks strength, that can be sliced, torn, used to soak up the spillls, toasted or croutoned! They are not a sandwich.
And now think of a sandwich. The variety, the flavour, it is almost a life force. You can live on sandwiches. 3 meals a day - a bacon and egg sarnie for breakfast, a smoked salmon, cream cheese and caper open sandwich for lunch, and a chunky roast beef, sauerkraut and mustard on rye for dinner. Easy.
But of course, sandwich fillings are stand alone, strong and independent. Look at that menu again? Bacon and eggs. Smoked salmon. Roast beef. Yes all a meal in themselves. They don't need the bread.
And so are we, the human sandwich fillings. We are capable of being strong, independent, varied and amazing. We choose to be between the bread, we choose to make them what they are, the sandwich. We just wait and hope for the acknowledgement, gratitude and inclusion that we honestly deserve.
But then how does this change? It changes when the universe lifts the top slice. Suddenly the lower slice thinks about what's above them, they think that life is really like the old children's game where the bottom hand is pulled out and placed on top, over and over. The circle of life is now in their face as they contemplate when their turn will come to be the filling, and even the top slice in the genetic sandwich. They think about what they will do differently, how they will be seen, and how they see that filling.
And what happens to that filling when the top slice is lifted? Wow! It breathes, it sees daylight, it sees itself for the beautiful strong, flavoursome, amazing, independent creation that it truly is. It is relieved, it develops, it sees its worth, and above all, it finally gets upheld by the lower slice.
Finally, the filling is on top. It is. It simply is. In its own right, it's own beauty.
Bring on the open sandwich, the new generation.
How? When did this happen?
I had a deep and meaningful discussion with the ham to my cheese this morning. We talked about lots of funnies before hitting some serious stuff. Sandwiches.
You see we are children, but we are parents. These other generations are the bread that make the sandwich. They are both absorbed with what they need, what they are, and generally consumed with whether they are white, brown, 5 seed, rye, or gluten free! They can be thick, thin, toast, even rolls really.
Yet, while they are consumed with themselves, without us what are they? A lump of substance that lacks strength, that can be sliced, torn, used to soak up the spillls, toasted or croutoned! They are not a sandwich.
And now think of a sandwich. The variety, the flavour, it is almost a life force. You can live on sandwiches. 3 meals a day - a bacon and egg sarnie for breakfast, a smoked salmon, cream cheese and caper open sandwich for lunch, and a chunky roast beef, sauerkraut and mustard on rye for dinner. Easy.
But of course, sandwich fillings are stand alone, strong and independent. Look at that menu again? Bacon and eggs. Smoked salmon. Roast beef. Yes all a meal in themselves. They don't need the bread.
And so are we, the human sandwich fillings. We are capable of being strong, independent, varied and amazing. We choose to be between the bread, we choose to make them what they are, the sandwich. We just wait and hope for the acknowledgement, gratitude and inclusion that we honestly deserve.
But then how does this change? It changes when the universe lifts the top slice. Suddenly the lower slice thinks about what's above them, they think that life is really like the old children's game where the bottom hand is pulled out and placed on top, over and over. The circle of life is now in their face as they contemplate when their turn will come to be the filling, and even the top slice in the genetic sandwich. They think about what they will do differently, how they will be seen, and how they see that filling.
And what happens to that filling when the top slice is lifted? Wow! It breathes, it sees daylight, it sees itself for the beautiful strong, flavoursome, amazing, independent creation that it truly is. It is relieved, it develops, it sees its worth, and above all, it finally gets upheld by the lower slice.
Finally, the filling is on top. It is. It simply is. In its own right, it's own beauty.
Bring on the open sandwich, the new generation.
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