Your journey is radiating out like the roots of the bittersweet, only instead of dominating and choking, you are liberating, both inside yourself and in others. If those cleaned graves are a concrete example, what a difference in your having traveled through!
When we were kids, your great granny would pick us up at the Hemlocks and take us to her little sister Mable's grave in Stanstead. "Sadly," Granny would say, "Little Mable died at age 3."
We'd scrub the grave and then go out to lunch at Kelly's. I'm sure all of us cousins still have a place in our hearts for Little Mable!"
Your journey is radiating out like the roots of the bittersweet, only instead of dominating and choking, you are liberating, both inside yourself and in others. If those cleaned graves are a concrete example, what a difference in your having traveled through!
When we were kids, your great granny would pick us up at the Hemlocks and take us to her little sister Mable's grave in Stanstead. "Sadly," Granny would say, "Little Mable died at age 3."
We'd scrub the grave and then go out to lunch at Kelly's. I'm sure all of us cousins still have a place in our hearts for Little Mable!"
Oh, wow. I didn't know about Mable. Thank you for sharing!