Sanctuary

“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.” 
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

Ghosts

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
--Albert Einstein

Diary entry, April 13, 2004

I remember this feeling.  It’s the feeling I have before/during a flashback—like I want to crawl out of my skin.  I just have to keep it at bay until Thursday.  I don’t want to do this while I’m alone.  And god knows Ryan doesn’t need to deal with it.  Thursday.  I just have to wait until Thursday.

Life, 1982

Notebook, March 28, 1988

I wish I could find this one flower.

I do not remember its name,

where I found it,

or why I was looking.

I have forgotten the color of

the day,

and the sky,

and which was brighter.

The only thing I can remember

about this one flower is

I plucked it,

then gave it away.

I wish I could find this one flower.

Triumph

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” 
― Albert Camus

Diary entry, January 13, 1984

I went sledding with Steve and Joe.  I went over jumps and everything.  I had lots of fun.  We stayed for a little over an hour.