2015
The last three posts had need of cutting, pasting and tidying up
So, upon awakening this morning, that's what I did ...
As to my young friend (who lives not far from Barry, on the coast)
She called, feeling as happy and free spirited as a lark
Why?
Though conscious of a heavy weight tugging her spirit down, she'd had little clue as to how many coils of tension, winding ever more tightly around her mind, had spiralled throughout every muscle of her body, over these past two years. After she'd labored, subconsciously, to give birth to inner conflict, which her conscious mind had denied, those layers of tightly coiled tension released so powerfully, unexpectedly and spontaneously as to momentarily knock her off her feet, suggestive of the fact that if you ever fear that life experiences are knocking you off your rocker, it's important to know who to call. As my young friend, mother of two terrific boys, aged nine and thirteen, has found safe haven under my wing since she was fifteen, she chose to call DENIAL BUSTERS before her wrestling match with inner tension rendered her utterly senseless (been there, done that—it takes one to know one). Presently, she and I have placed a date on the calendar when, flying free of familial responsibility for a short span of time, we can bask in the glow of a job well done, both at her end of the line and mine, and as proves true, whenever opportunity brings us together, we'll cherish each other's presence more than words can describe.
As to Dino's twins ... time will tell when my sense of readiness to give birth to the next chapter of that true tale, will ripen, as well ... :)
PS. It's important to note that permission to post their stories (sans details) was requested for this reason: As open as my writing tends to be about my life, I set a high value on respecting the privacy of others.
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