“It was the best of times . . . it was the worst of times.”
It’s true. Things can be wonderful and awful at the same time. I love this photograph and wanted to try it as a cover for a journal. I think it is unforgivable that I don’t write in it the way I should. I am beyond grateful for my blessings of home and family, freedom and belief in the hereafter. I know that I have loved reading things my own grandmother wrote and left behind. I find other people’s lives so interesting. I guess it is human nature to think that our own lives are somehow uninteresting. We think that no one would want to read what we have written because we lived a life that was so ordinary. Well, I have a reverence for the ordinary and so I need to apply the same pressure to myself that I apply to others whose stories I want to gather, preserve and read.
“A memory is what is left when something happens
and does not completely unhappen.”
– Edward de Bono-