We have so many changes in our lives some are so major we are changed forever. In this change some of what was before hangs on no matter how much we try to not allow it to cross into now. When we really allow it in and allow the full experience of that song, that memory, that pure thought from a time never to reclaim we allow it to fully touch us again.
What it is that we tried so hard to block is a simple smile from a spark of life in our memory that was all the beauty and grace of true and innocent emotion that was so gently powerful the very first time we felt it. By some simple childhood type of magic it remains and the reason we may have blocked it was because we thought it may bring pain. Once allowed it brings nothing but a smile and relieves that spark from all pain and its magic is now magic again.
Mine was a song from long ago that brought a flood of memories and I blocked it from pang of tenderness it touched. Thank you, James Taylor, for I need to shower the people I love with love. The spark of smile is still there. I just needed to get past that twinge.
Submitted by TinManTwoFeathers
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I realized yesterday that in the most pleasant memory I have of my birth father, his back is turned on me. In the mornings when I was growing up, he’d make his coffee and stand in the kitchen, looking out the window, sipping loudly every few moments.
He was a lazy, irresponsible and abusive man. We lived in fear that one little thing would set him into a rampage. And so, with his back turned to us and our breakfast cereal, it was the closest to safe I think we ever felt in those years.
I don’t remember the day he moved out. I remember him being there and being gone. I remember him returning to get stuff he’d left behind. I remember being confused when I found my mother crying the day their divorce was finalized.
I guess I’m grateful to him for not fighting for visitation and for not contacting us even once in the last 20 years. But I’m more grateful that on those Saturday mornings, he kept his back to us and our Captain Crunch instead of taking an interest in our thoughts and dreams. That one little thing ensured we’d never learn to love him. And I’m grateful for that every day.
Submitted by Anonymous
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