Bedtime Stories…

Posted by on Jul 16, 2010 in Grief, ponderings | 2 comments

It’s getting late.  I’ve been around family today, acutely aware of the ways in which the sand passes through the hourglass of time and spills into some unknown place, taking pieces of us with it.  I’m not sure where those pieces go, what process they undergo on their way to becoming a memory, a fragment of the self held in a time and a place only accessible to the mind and body in the form of remembrance.  Invisible, ineffable, yet completely tangible in some mysterious way that defies the logic of hard science.  The stories of a person, a family, a culture, a country—they hold us, bind us...

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