the wide world is so intricately connected that even the flapping of a butterflies wings can turn the weather.*
before i knew this to be true, every loss i experienced was unbearable.
from my earliest years, the theme of loss has been a constant in my story. and most often it came in the form of divorce. but there are many kinds of losses and all of them painful.
in mine, notably, there was the first boy who stole my heart. he shattered it: suddenly gone forever. friendships fostered during my tender childhood days later marred by growing pains, are sadly over. the death of beloved family members and friends: is this really the end?
each one left searing holes in my heart and i feared that those people, the relationships we grew and the experiences we shared were no longer REAL. time kept mercilessly ticking away, by the hour taking what was loved and declaring the end. but, what if time isn't REAL, stories are?
what if time only seems to be? past, present, and future. just as we reread a book and experience it again do our stories remain true for all of time? so it's not only our experiences leading us to where we are today or the tokens of our memories that last...what if we are fused to one another with the energy we exchange with our breath and the life we've lived together?
we belong to each other. so its never really over, and true stories are always true.
maybe beginnings and endings are the only links we have to time and once we are beyond, only our connection remains.