The Me That Was Missing (or Buried Under The Weight)

Red Moon Diary


“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.”
― Martha Graham

I missed her. She was a faint memory, a fragment hiding inside my spirit and heart. A ghost-whisper of feeling, presence, image, essence. . .

That me was a kind and gentle person with a quirky sense of humor, a bright sparkly  laugh, that saw people as multi-colored skeins of yarn, unique and beautiful in their various hues. She was the type of gal that understood everyone, including herself, as imperfect individuals fighting their own daily battles to survive, grow, and become. And she recognized that those battles gave people a variegated quality of individuality that made…

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