Memories cherished
Flowing deep gentle waters
Snag on hidden rocks.
Colleen’s Poetry Challenge #28
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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This made me laugh. I loved it. And a perfect title. I tell ya, I have a lot of hidden rocks! And am so grateful I’ve been keeping a journal, many journals, all these years.
I love your comment. It feels wonderful to hear you “got” what I was saying. I haven’t kept journals but the rocks never go away.
I’m wondering if that’s my problem — too many rocks in my life!
Time to do some dredging in your stream?
Is that like an oil change?
🙂
I love this one. 🙂
Thanks, Victo.
Perfect description of those reality shocks. But….On solid rock we stand……Facing and exploring those rocks can turn them into stepping stones.
Oh, Yes!!
Great way of capturing those difficult memories in the midst of the more enjoyable ones!
Thanks.