Accumulation of debris
Layers of particulate
Remnants of experience
Threads of memory
Reminders of disappointment, joy, hurt and love
Bury it or stir it up?
Worn pathways
Channels in my brain
Seeking expression
Patterns of thought and belief
Like grooves in a vinyl record
Can I fill in, smooth over, or redirect?
Should I?
Stories I Tell Myself 
You have to follow your path. Your search for comprehending the past is certainly understandable (and your blogs are great to read).. were I too try to understand all the past events , or the most memorable events, in my lifetime, I suspect that the endeavor would not lead to tranquility (for me). But this of course is a hypothetical assessment as my capacity to recall the past does not closely resemble yours. …as you uncover the debris…my thought is… listen to Leah’s music. Focus on beauty. There is so much of it for you and our family, in large part, because of who you are. (And no Gary has not accessed my email, or Facebook, or wherever I am writing this).
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Thank you. I am taking your words to heart.
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It is always challenging to decide what to do with those troubling memories. And they always find a way of showing up, intruding. Being honest, a path you have chosen-maybe better said, a path that has chosen you and left you with no alternative route, has its drawbacks and its pain. But, in the end, isn’t truth always the best choice?
Of course, there are those sticky little details like whose truth, which truth to tell. Being fair to the truth and also fair to yourself and to those who are floating around in your remarkable memory is not an easy balancing act. But, if it is done with love, with listening to others and with understanding, it can help us achieve a new and perhaps more nuanced awareness.
Or you could take my view and forget the truth.
Thank you for the poetic, non-rhyming and well written blog post.
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Wonderful quatrain.And you express your feelings so well. Just keep writing please
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