Dreams

I walk through antique stores, junk stores, thrift shops hoping to notice and identify objects from my past and return them to their rightful place in the present. No. Not possessions from my past; possessions from a past I wish I had lived. A past I longed for all my life. A story I wish to remember.

Doing this fills in the voids of my memory and relieves the pangs of spiritual neediness. I can retell the story of my history to sooth my fractured soul.

Artwork by Betsy Barry.