This day does not go by un-marked, un-appriciated, unnoticed. This Sunday before the weekend-before-Labor-Day... No matter what is going on in my life. No matter what I have to do or get done. No matter where I am.
Time stops on this day. Held in remembrance and a vague sense of awe. Of things unfinished, and almost un-begun.
This day, seven years ago, when the first puzzle piece dropped into place, and I remembered what I already knew. I don't even know what the trigger was: a smell, a small indiscernible sound, the rhythmic clack of the 1 train. And the pictures played in slideshow formation in the blur of darkness outside the train window. My story being retold to me. The first flashback...
And the world I had so comfortably created began to fall around me. My tower crashing down until there was nothing but reality... My reality. A reality revealed all at once, in little tiny bits.
And from the rubble something new arose... Phoenix like, but with the fire within, to try to change what has been. To burn light into dark corners and shed secrets like skin. The beautiful truth that life always springs from every little death.
And on this seventh day of remembrance a new completion comes. Seven... the number of perfection, of completion, of an ending leading to a new beginning... Trepidation of new overshadowed by the beauty of all that has transpired. That the completing continues. Awake to all that was before, I awaken now to the wonder of all that is around me... And the wonder of things unseen.
"I'm wide awake
Yeah, I am born again
Outta the lion's den
I don't have to pretend"
-'Wide Awake' by Katy Perry
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