Mystery image

Found this image on my computer.  Not sure how, but it feels like  home

This blog will likely be discovered someday- perhaps when I am no longer around. It will be erased or appreciated by someone. who knows?

But it makes sense to create knowing that  I must respond to the things, moments, and narratives that matter to me. 

So where to start? 

I have heard and believe the more someone does something and puts in the time and effort. Good will come from it. But, it mustn't be the only reason.

As I was falling asleep I asked myself what the earliest memory was. 

I vaguely recall being outside, perhaps not even walking yet crawling around on my belly. the texture of dried grass and dirt- warm sun, a swing set silhouetted by the light - looking into the brightness of the metal from the frame and chain link, the empty saddles. A brother or my twin (I don't know about that.)

Could I have held onto my brother in the womb -  a loving embrace of our oneness?  could be a desire to have that memory.  because it would make sense for the rest of my life. growing up without him near- always knowing he is somewhere and not really understanding why- What about the bond?

The day Stephen's ashes were given to the sea 2017

0ct 21-2021

To be continued...