Today when I was in a dark corner of a cafe, I began to feel like some shifts were occurring. It felt like I had been carrying around baggage that I want to let go of, a lot of bad feelings. I felt I could let go of of some of that.
"It was HEAVY to carry that stuff around," I imagined another, a friend, saying to me. I was feeling like I could be more in alignment with some other people sometimes in the not too distant future.
I had a childhood memory of jumping in the water and getting it up my nose, perhaps for the first time. It hurt. There were also boys there, playing in the water, but they didn't get water up their nose. Or after all, maybe they did, too?
Young parents in the '80s were people in their twenties not always knowing what they were doing with their children but they were trying and doing their best.
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