Scratching an Itch

“Like an itch I can’t scratch” hasn’t crossed my mind in… like… years. I have heard it and read it, but I don’t remember where. It reminds me of wise words a grandparent would share – one of those sayings that has a superficial meaning as well as a more philosophical one. 

My body is recovering from shingles. There are fading splotches my fingers can’t feel though my brain broadcasts an itchy sensation that I hope means healing is progressing. Topical treatments don’t affect this kind of itch, nor does scratching or rubbing. It can be maddening. Until I experienced this, I thought poison ivy was maddening. Nope, not close. 

Once I thought anything compared to such an itch represented a passion or a craving… like the drive an artist feels pursuing the perfect sunset or that craving for chocolate milk that compels you to get dressed in the middle of the night to go get some. Maybe it refers to something we can’t get enough of – not like an addiction but like an enthusiasm that doesn’t diminish over time. 

Do you have ‘itches you can’t scratch” that propel you forward with a sense of adventure or hope? Thinking about that took my mind off the shingles itch for a few minutes. Here are a few that popped up on my list.

   

    *Reading – I can’t imagine life without it.

    *Driving – In the country, stopping on a whim.

    *Laughing – Turn red, lose your breath kind.

    *Ice cream – My ultimate celebration treat.

     *Solitude – To recharge or do nothing.

     *Writing – Just because.

We could debate the philosophical ramifications of this adage, like the lack of discipline if an ‘itch’ controls you, or the instant gratification concept that is pervading our lives more and more, without thought of consequences. (Or, now that baseball season has kicked in, the impropriety of scratching some itches in front of a camera). That is too serious for today. Maybe later. 

PS. We ‘scratch’ an itch; we don’t ‘itch’ an itch.

About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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