March 10, 2011 § 3 Comments

I haven’t been here in what may soon be two years.

The warmth of this rock does nothing but embrace me like an old friend. Its presence has always been of great comfort; its glory, a wondrous vantage point. It’s a mystery how some things become and some things don’t; I’m gladdened by its becoming.

There was once a time when I feared forgetting. I believed my only means of understanding myself, was understanding my own journey. I still wish to remember these things, but I also wish to remember that they are not who I am, so I must not fear losing them.

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