A little storm keeper...
...might have a bit of fear running through it.
Around this time of year, I remember my father. He always used to lean over and whisper " hold on to memory". But he meant more than just not forgetting. He explained to me once ( in one of my darkest hours) that to remember was to hold the teachings that experience offers. And to remember without judgement, he said, is what is useful. So often we say never forget in order to hold a grudge or a feeling of guilt or despair. We remember so we can punish or regret or even feel prouder of ourselves than need be. No he said, remember in order to understand... and quietly go on. Appreciate the beauty in that. And I never forgot.
I just had to finish this one for some reason. Quietly talking to myself. This morning. As the sun came up.
