metanoia's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Secret Anniversaries of the Heart "The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart." --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Old Henry knew about the heart. There are days that are remembered by only me, and while maybe not "celebrated" in the generally accepted sense, I do "keep" them. Me, by myself, alone. My heart �keeps� them. The day I met K. The day I knew I had �met� my anmchara. The moment I conceived my son. There are others; usually various personal epiphanies. I am the only one who knows these days, these �secret anniversaries of the heart�, my heart. It feels right they should be only mine. If I shared them, it would subtract significance from them. It would invariably change their nature. I hold them sacred and no one else would probably give them the respect and love they deserve. And, so, they are mine. And I keep them. They are things no one gives one shit about but me. That�s the beauty part. 2:19 a.m. - 2006-10-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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