Unlike in a book, the chapters of
my life arrive unannounced
The birth of a child, the death of a loved one, the passing of a season, bring subtle change
New memories are made as old ones fade into the mist of time
Each day arrives full of possibilities
New adventures evolve into new stories
It is the stories, told and retold, that woven together reveal the fabric of my life
Sometimes a word triggers a thought. I could rewrite but sometimes I like to just let go and let the words fall. If it reads like a stream of consciousness, it is because it is. Something very personal and honest about the unedited word.