Nope. I did take my meds. Not a delusion. Reality hits.
Gasp. Someone please fill in the gap that should buzz with memories of the last four years of my life. My mind seems to have chiseled away the landslide of moments that I should be recalling when attempting to reminisce. Instead, I walk away from Westmont clutching a vague, misshapen sculpture of feeling, rather than specific memories. Joy. Times of serious soul-searching; aimless floudering; and meaningless fear--parallel toes tingling with the kiss of rain; smiles shared over a glass of wine, a cup of coffee, a plate of really horrible DC spaghetti. Late-night conversing: while crammed eight-in-a-car, or two shrugged against the laundry machines. The plucking of guitar strings. The pounding of piano keys.
Tonight I am humming contentedly. I began the day lunching with Zak (which, of course, consisted of electricity, vegetables, and Peace), filled the sun with crystal blue oceans and espresso-rimmed conversation, and concluded the day with blessed reunions, a stunning pecan pie (compliments of Lara), warm Fellowship, and this steaming mug of hot chocolate.
Exhale with me. Who needs 'ultimate purpose' when Peace breaths such relief? :)
<--He wearsmyhood so he doesn't get cold in44degree weather. :)
1 comment:
it's good to see 'Wearsmyhood' in such good spirits...
dang...i've really come into an appreciation of pecan pie...
and do not fear the seeming empty space where a supposed flood of memories should be. progression and time create a wonderful polishing and straining of past things, they are all there, and the best ones will only become better as time moves...
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