Approaching fifty, just a little over two years to go, I have been doing some internal housecleaning. It’s time. Time to chronicle, to frame and reframe events that have such impact on who I am becoming into the life I am making. But surely it is pointless, to revisit and weave into words the impressions, emotions, and memories that color my soul. Surely it is not worthy of telling, this story of mine. I am pulled into and out of desire to divest secrets, to name the caverns and hills of this life, to celebrate, yes, celebrate, it all, as part of me. Whole, complete.
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