Once the self pity was dissipated, I became creative. Once the creative urge grasped me firmly and began pulling me towards my innate and unique gifts, I received one last blessing ... positive memories from long ago which had been buried beneath that retched pile of negativity, wrapped neatly in the uber-protective bundle of defense mechanisms we each possess. I had been "protected" .. I had been sequestered from the possibility of further injury. Today I am a free and happy man.
I spent last May in Versailles. The weather was perfect. One beautiful day, as I sat on the balcony of my apartment, I remembered my Mother reading "The Little Train that Could" to me when I was a very young child. The memory was incredibly clear .. even to the point of recalling on which side of the couch I sat as she recited the book in a most theatrical way. If that was the only moment we truly shared in my lifetime .. it was worth a lifetime to me. I regained and claimed that moment for my own.
If you or someone you love is a child of divorce .. please know you are loved. Please know you will find peace. Please know there is ...
from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between
Wishing you love & happiness,