Your story, crafted so warmly and alive, I crouched by young Ann, curious and afraid to discover the unknown.
Difficult memories I opened through writing brought clarity and often forgiveness for others and myself. After recalling and stating them, some memories, I gently replaced in their box and conducted their funeral.
Picking up a pen today to tap, tap, tap on that shell again. Thank you as always for your inspiration and generosity. This is a wise and wonderful post.
Oh, Ann, you brought me right alongside you in this story, and as a farm girl, I so related to it. Wonderful.
Your story, crafted so warmly and alive, I crouched by young Ann, curious and afraid to discover the unknown.
Difficult memories I opened through writing brought clarity and often forgiveness for others and myself. After recalling and stating them, some memories, I gently replaced in their box and conducted their funeral.
This is a beautiful post. And a gift to read on a morning when I find myself standing outside a door...thank you.
Deb
beautiful story, thank you for sharing.
Thank you for taking time to read (and comment), Kate.
Picking up a pen today to tap, tap, tap on that shell again. Thank you as always for your inspiration and generosity. This is a wise and wonderful post.