Something strange happened yesterday.
I received an email which should have put a smile on my face but instead I found myself brushing away hot tears. After a long long time I experienced a sense of loss, something resembling bereavement.
For the good news inevitably meant the severing of a relationship that I thought had ended a long time ago.
Human beings are wired to cope with such situations. Our minds shield our daily living from certain memories to enable us to live on, while hiding, in cookies and temp files, all those folders that contain pages of our lives we once lived but now cannot face.
Unfortunately, there is no delete button or recycle bin for those memories. So they linger in the graveyards of our minds and occasionally pop out to scare the hell out of us.
This morning I woke up much calmer. More zen. The corpses have once more been buried. The skeletons are back in the closet. The tears firmly held within their ducts. The heart once again bolted behind iron bars.
Life goes on. I live on....with my growing hair and my silence. My green water bottle and my dreams. My pomegranates and my wonder....I live on.