Memoirs of That (K)Night

Love wasn't given to me to forget, but to remember and to carry with me a lifetime in the pockets of my heart. It was to become my credentials. To help me remember who I really am; to reinvent myself when I, like the walls of Jerusalem have been torn down. To remind me that it is my generous portion, it is a kind and noble-spirited gift. And like dolphins and mermaids I am learning to splash in it, I am learning to live in it, I am learning to laugh in it, I am learning to allow myself to grow in it, and I am now one step at a time becoming what it intended to make of me.