Summer has finally returned. I long to spend more time under her blanket, wrapped in her fragrant arms, lost in her warm, glowing embrace. Soon I shall steal away with her again to that bluff that overlooks the sea in Rockport; to that place where the land, sea, and sky are but one. I will let Summer have her way with me, knowing that long ago she cast a spell on me that no time could ever break. Her energy stirs in me and I am ever craving her sight, touch,  tastes, and colors. Summer's sparkle illuminates my mind, her sounds play fancifully upon the strings of my heart.

Together we'll watch the waltz of the waves and I will hold tight to her, knowing that I can only possess her for a short while. Even then, it is she who owns me. Alas, before I have my fill of her she will leave me and take port in another sea. For now, I will place many picnics at her feet and hope that I am worthy of her company. I shall make her feel cherished and pray that she lingers long in my harbor for I shall never have enough of her.

Forgiveness.  Even as I typed the word my memory ached in unexplainable ways that defied reason. I did not know how I could feel such anger, sorrow, and loss in the same moment. I ached for what could have been and for what was lost. I searched for a fire hose big enough too put out the fires of my pain, but when I found the hose, out poured my own blood.

Forgiveness seemed impossible when I was still bleeding, so I gave myself the first aid that is the best aid--love. I applied loving ointment, the ultimate bandage to my heart. The anger held toward another, was in truth anger that I inflicted upon myself, so I melted it away--this iceberg that had blocked my faith and impeded my journey.

Today, I strive to move forward and to forgive the human imperfections in myself and those of others, for it is often so that we know not what we do. There is much to be done before I sleep and much to be learned when I awaken. Many yesterdays were but nightmares; tomorrow awaits a dream.

From My Young Friend Emily ~ Copyright © 2008 Emily Holway

People are riding a unicorn
and picking flowers all day.
I just couldn't say
nay, nay, nay!
 
 
There can be a place
that the world can be around you.
You just need to think about
things you need to do!