This afternoon I bid farewell to Florida. As always, visiting family is like looking into a very deep mirror of myself. I see who I am, who they are, who I am in their eyes, who they are and have become, who I can or might become. I see us all age, come into ourselves, and attempt to navigate old mines.
I see photos and take new ones. I lick wounds and create others. I visit places, both concrete and metaphysical, which sooth and sear.
As always, family is blood, and memories are shared, recreated, retold and reburied.
we will not regret the past, nor wish to shut the door on it
/They say the only thing we can rely on is change.