Reflections Of The Past - Can Guide Decisions Of The Future

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​This old gal…

Was reading a book…her Mr. resting nearby…tell me a story…he said…about when you were little…I like hearing your voice when you tell stories…it helps me rest…

I can tell you what I’ve been thinking …came the response from his lovely bride…about three things in the life of little me…that impacted…my life journey…not particularly cheery or calming…it would seem…but got the thumbs up anyway…and so…here it was…

Three incidences…events…whatevers…weigh heavily on the heart…of little me…not just little me…but little little me…like 4 or 5 year old me…

That innocent attempt…at comfort…that horrifying hug…instilled fear…fear of that adult in her life…fear of the unknown…fear…of closeness…of trust…of love…

Hair washing time…head deep in the sink…stuff happens…awareness sets in…that distress…or any negative emotion…must be tucked away…hidden…tamped down…otherwise guilt…will prevail…

Little little me…was frightened of the dark…so afraid …terrified…but learned…she was alone…achingly alone…in the pitch black that surrounded her…those brothers of hers were there…but they…were just as alone…as she…

And then…there it was…the snoring…quietly at first…but gaining momentum…that lullaby of a haunting tale by that wife of his…lulling the listener to sleep…time to go back to that book of mine…turn off the past…escape in the text…leave those stories untold…The Shampoo…The Dark…

For another day…
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And this husband of mine if he were awake…would agree…