Between the Lines


Have you ever noticed that society seems to be built on and around the concept of lines?

We're supposed to stand in line, drive between lines, get down to the bottom line, sign your name on the line and in more (or less) sobering moments, some may be asked to walk a straight line.

There are lines of and for communication, the lines of a woman's body and the lines on her face, the lines of text in a good book, lines that make up pictures and art.  Bungee lines, power lines, zip lines, clothes lines, field lines, side lines, goal lines and battle lines.

There's the invisible line or the line in the sand that no one's supposed to cross (but often gets crossed regardless).

Poverty lines, staff lines, flood lines or drum lines. Lines on a Richter scale, chorus lines, air lines and pick-up lines.  Cruise lines, subway lines, toll lines or credit lines.

The shortest distance between two points is a....STRAIGHT LINE.

Then you get down to dividing lines.

Blood lines that separate.

Political lines that divide:  city lines, county lines, state lines, or country lines.

The sometimes indistinguishably fine line between right and wrong, good and bad.

Doesn't it seem like it's all about the lines?

Even down to the last line on a tombstone.

Day in and day out we're surrounded by, enamored with, and imprisoned by lines.

It's no wonder that in a country that believes in "United We Stand" we're still so divided we fall.  Every part of our lives are so occupied in one form or another by lines that we imagine them to be where they're not.

Lines of division between race, gender, health or wealth.

Lines of division between political party or social standing.

Even religions are divided.  Not just the Muslims and the Jews and the Buddhists.  But the Baptists, the Methodists, the Catholic....the CHRISTIANS.

We can stand together as one...or we can divide ourselves out until the point that we're so separated by lines that we eventually stand, literally, as one.

Alone.
Ashley Wife & Mom

Ashley is a thirty-something wife and mother of two boys. She enjoys spending time with her family, as well as reading and decorating their home. Her blogging adventures began in 2006 as a single mother and have carried on through marriage and a new life with a husband, a ten-year-old, and an infant.