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MEMORIES I TREASURE

I do have a strong attachment to memories. My memories might involve “objects,” but those objects only serve as a way to remind me of memories filled with special people whom I’ve loved. Some of those memories are sad. Currently, I’d like to think that I am creating happier memories. There are many “firsts” in my life, as I am now living on my own at the age of 53 for the first time in my life. Continue reading

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I WAS SO SAD

It turned out that the grief that once wrecked my life, gave me a gift to access my heart in a very special way. Grief allowed songs to blossom that might never have been born otherwise. Continue reading

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WHEN NOISE TURNED TO MUSIC

When noise became music, my life completely transformed. Gradually, each one of my other five senses were elevated. But in order to elevate my other senses, I had to come to terms with avoiding pain and sad memories. I was required to make changes to my life. And that’s exactly what I did. Continue reading

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I OFTEN DREAMED OF WHAT COULD BE

There was a time when I felt that most of my life was over. I had nothing to look forward to. As the spray misted my face, I felt alive. Once again, I was seeing the world with youthful eyes.Life wasn’t over for me . . . it was just beginning. Continue reading

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