the secret

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Sometimes, I have to visit and re-visit a concept before it really starts to take hold.  And this thing about memories has really started .  To take hold.  I have spent a lot of time with certain memories lately, afraid to let them go.  More to the point, afraid of letting the content of those memories go.  For fear of losing part of myself along with them.  Part of my actual identity.  And this morning, with the help of time, sun and a little quiet, I began, not to let them go exactly, but to allow them to take their place.  As memories.  It’s funny that when you’re not afraid of losing something anymore, the power that fear holds over you disintegrates.  I had the secret all along.   The past can be the past now.   And I’m still here.   A little different maybe.   But alive.  And here.   Able to smile at those memories.  And it feels good

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5 thoughts on “the secret

  1. Hi Ellen, I’ve been following you on Flickr for a long time, and last year or the year before I would check in on your blog periodically. You are such a lovely and sensitive person. I say this based on your beautiful images and your carefully chosen words. It sounds like it’s been a challenge this past year. I appreciate that you take the time to generate these posts. Sending good thoughts your way, Anne McDonald

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