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  • For a summer that’s been about as difficult a summer as I can remember, this one is ending on such a fine note. I love it when life happens quicker than I can keep up with as a journaler. I find it impossible to adequately capture, in word, the depth and richness of what I am experiencing. But, it’s all good, as I have come to learn that the words are just markers, bookmarks, if you will, that I put down, so when I look back, at a distant time, the few words I left as markers will bring back much of the richness and fullness of the memories of what went down at the time.

    For instance – I found myself looking back, at some point last week, at old stories, doing some housekeeping, organizing, adding some to collections they belonged in, rereading many as I went, many different memories coming back, all the things I couldn’t capture with words, and it filled me, at the moment, with the richness of those memories. One of the stories was about the encountering of a friend I hadn’t seen in many, many years, and how that friendship just kind of picked up where it had left off, all those years before.

    In another story, many months later, that friend reappeared, and we got to see her neighborhood, where she lived, but dared not enter her abode, as she had cats, and I am deathly allergic. So, it remained this place we heard about, but never actually saw. A place within the imagination, almost a mythical land. Ones imagination ran wild with what lie behind that door in which this person resided.

    Yesterday, the cats having been removed from the equation, an actual visit was finally in order. We got to enter the mythical dwelling place, where reality far exceeded imagination. You think you know someone, but do you, really? Do you know them as they really are, or do you know them as the image you have imagined them to be in your mind? This is someone I have only recently begun to really know – yes, it has taken this long to get past my own mind-noise, my own self-imposed image of this person, to just begin to know the whole person, the reality of what lies beyond that door of my imagination.

    It was an amazing discovery, seeing the inside of this person’s dwelling. So much richer, with more depth, more detail, more realness, than I had imagined. I’ve only known this person for something like 31 years.

    Imagine that!

    It’s about time! For some of us, it takes a little more time than others. But, if you’re patient enough, and hang in there long enough, and let love be your guide each step of the way, eventually, even the densest of souls get to see what’s behind that purple door of the imagination, and get a glimpse of what is really inside.

    I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Sometimes, real life beats the hell out of anything I can imagine. It is unimaginably richer and deeper. Let me mark that down - for future reference!
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