The week is flying by.
The Sisters are learning how to talk to each other, how to be together after so many years apart. Relationships are like building rock walls. They need to have a firm foundation to hold up against all the "life" that happens to them.
Or maybe each rock is an experience- imagine smooth rocks, sharp rocks, cracked rocks symbolizing each happy time or broken heart. We build our walls to keep the monsters out but it also allows the pain to be held inside.
Learning how to have healthy relationships is one of the most difficult things, I think, in this life.
Life time.
Filled with memories, good and bad, the end of a life like the end of a book, makes me cry and wish there was still more to experience, or read.
I finished the Story Sisters and wished I could read it over again and spend more time savoring each sentence.
each moment held tightly in my mind until it slips away, to be caught in a butterfly net for demons and thrown into full sunlight to blister and flame.
That's what memories are...angels or demons, each bearing their mark of happiness or sorrow.
I am making good memories now.
Each day is a blessing I am thankful for.
I will have my memories to take out, dust off and remember.
The bad ones stay locked in the wall.
The good ones are free to dance across the meadow of daisies, glad for the light.