The List
Last night I sat down and began my list of all the people, places and things that are no longer in my life. My intent was to honor these things and then to bury the list in the park under a big old oak tree.
What a stunning list it became and still sits here on my desk. I am not finished with it yet. It has taken on a life of its own; the words aren’t just ink on paper. The list is becoming 3 dimensional and I am in a swirling mist of memories.
I thought this would be easy. I would write the past down, forgive myself and others and be done with it. I had no idea there would be a lifetime of loss pouring out onto paper.
As I look at this unfinished business I begin to see the greatness of it. Unique treasures from a life no one else lived but me. Nobody else has this story.
I’m so glad I began this list, it has reconnected me to a story I have been writing for many years
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