The things we hate to remember and love to forget often follow us around hidden in little pockets somewhere deep in our hearts and minds. The image of a man in blue oxford shirt and a khaki pants floating in the air on 9/11 can’t leave my mind – no matter how much I scrub it. The sound of the towers imploding and my heart beating as I ran through the streets of the city. I saw and heard too much.
Then there are those memories. The ones that spoke more than a thousand words. As a child I remember the falling of the Berlin Wall. I was glued to the television that day in 1989. I don’t know why – Maybe it taught me to hope. Who knows? Maybe I saw the strength of the human will or seeing humanity at it’s worst. Trying to figure why we had a wall in the first place. My little mind spun around that day. I still try to understand today why we do what we do to each other. Why we erect things and systems that divide us when we are not that different. We all bleed the same. Just the little girl still thinking….
Restored Hearts 