Reminiscence

As you experience life more and more, some of the concepts that seemed too abstract to wrap around your head, become more tangible, easier to believe and live with. Such a one is detachment... How can you be passionate without attachment? How can you not care and yet love? These questions bugged me as a teenager. But now, nearing 25, I find this curiously satisfying feeling of something I can only term as detachment touch me at unexpected moments, filling me with a calm serenity. At most other moments I crave it, and cannot find it. But in some rare, pure moments, I experience care without strings, if such a thing might be. I experience an absence of negativity. It's not the same as being aloof, 'cause sadness still has its grip on me. But the grip that felt like claws biting into the flesh now feels like a compassionate hand resting on the back - supportive,  understanding.. At others, in moments of pride and success, instead of a wild ecstasy filling my lungs, a blissful...

Down the forest path lined with dried up red and yellow leaves, a lady made her way as dawn broke out over the sky and the little village in the distance vanished from sight.   She was dressed in a flowing white robe, tied up at the waist with a silvery green shimmering ribbon. Her long auburn hair, flowing carelessly in the slightly chilly morning breeze, was tied up with a similar ribbon – or was it a little vine? Her face was calm and smiling, but her eyes betrayed the sadness inside her, as a lone tear trickled down her cheek. In her hand, she carried a beautiful white lily. .        .        . (A month ago…) (Daphne) As I made my way down the forested path, the aura of the trees and animals surrounding me seemed to grow warmer, more radiant. The fading sunlight shone through the gaps in the sprawling green canopy above me. I could sense a clearing up ahead. As I neared the place, the blooms of a hundred...