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Irrationally, she reacted to the inconsistencies of disparate memories of her youth.
She chose to remember a more lively, sweeter existence than there actually existed.
She wished only to see the peaks that were her happiest days.
She blotted out the real life decrepitude.
More is the pity.

When she was younger, all was well, her mother told her so.
Then tragically, or so she thought, death defined her.
Death of a parent, so young they said, was tempered by tears she forgot to shed.
They wondered why, so did she, and that was the mystery.

She is unfeeling, they cried.
She is uncaring, they sighed.
She is young, they decide.
Memory, will reside, in a heart full of question.

It was many years later, that she finally believed.
The truth she remembered, was wrong and ill conceived.
Battered and abused, used and tossed aside.
She had not realize she was glad when he died.

The nights no longer haunt her.
The daylight no longer frightens.
The moon no longer whispers.
The sun…it now enlightens.

Remembering To Breathe

This week, friends were lost.

And whether a long illness, or an act of senseless brutality, all losses are painful.

You weep, and flail against the silence.  You gasp for air, and feel the bite of the bitter chill in your throat.  You want to hold the pain close to you, knowing it is the last thing you will feel for that loss.  You cling to the pain…until a moment slips in between the pain and doubt, and you find the strength to lift your head, breathe deep, and shake off the cold chill.  You start to seek out the things you remember were always there to help you move on, or remind you of the good you once felt.

For me, it is the ocean. There is something magical about the ocean for me, whether it is because my father loved it so, or because I managed to find it on my own terms, it has always been a place of healing and renewal.  I went to the coast this past week for a change of attitude. I went to breathe in the salt air, to remember old friends~ now gone, and to find new ones.  Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself that I am my own best friend.

Here are the pictures of these past few days.  It all started with a kite ~

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