T Boned

02/01/19 • 23 min

Thanks for coming back. In this weeks story, Bea tells the tale of a personal tragedy sprung on her at the start of a family visit. who has not daydreamed of injury or illness to distance ourself from emotional pain so deep and crashing down upon us like a dark sea inadvertently fallen into. Thankfully with the help of family, friends, distance and time, even the deepest cuts can be survived. An octogenarian with skin leathered by the weather of a lifetime will tell you that life isn’t what you think it should be, but at the same time much more than could ever been hoped for.

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Marked For Life

Society might try to define who we are and mark us with titles, roles, and responsibilities, but the definitions that are hardest to leave behind are those with which we mark ourselves. Some marks like, tattoos, are visible and available for the world to see and attempt to decipher. Too bad the ones that tangle our minds like weeds in an untended garden are the ones we brand ourselves with. Those scars are unseen to those around us, yet inform so many of our choices and perhaps predestine the outcomes of our lives.

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Baggage Service

We all have memories that hang on and remain stored in the recesses and niches of our mind. Mundane memories float back to our conscious mind only when triggered by an outside stimulus, a familiar refrain, or a faint aroma on a spring breeze. Those memories are harmless and the collection of a life lived. There are memories that float on the conscious which intrude on our daily routine and cannot be shaken. These are the ones we call baggage. We all have it. When you are young its baggage. When you are old its history. Where the line blurs is a call that only the one lugging it all around can decide. The sooner its history the sooner you can categorize it, organize it and learn from it.