It was a real surprise to find myself sitting squarely in my past.
To be comfortable and settled in a room filled with familiar faces and furniture.
I dusted off the old memories, wiped away the years of untouched thoughts
I ran my fingers over the drawings and paintings which spoke of things long ago.
This house was somehow familiar but changed. They were the foundation of love and family holding
fast to their lives and to those they love. Swaying in the rocking chair the one that
rocked so many babies over the years I leaned in closer to capture that which I had long
To be present to, the wisdom, the age, the stories. All part of my history but severed by
inexperience. It was a bittersweet day, the memories restored, the good and the bad. It was holding hands with the woman that touched a place so deep that it took twenty-four more hours to well up.
Feelings she said. “You always cared about their feelings.” Little did she know that she was the one
Who taught me how.
