Places

 by Maryanna Gabriel 

There are places I remember

All my life though some have changed 

- Lennon-McCartney

I don't know about you, but I often return to where I was. That is to say, places where I've lived, pacing outside like a hungry ghost remembering.  Maybe because I put so much love into them, it takes a long time to sort out bonding. My childhood home is one example. 

"Places with their moments...
I loved them all."

Once I heard that when people repeatedly tell their story, often to do with trauma, it is because they need to release the energy, and with each telling they are able to process and let go a little more. Well, it's the same for me when it comes to places. Slowly, slowly, I let go.

Then the molecules of memory are able to reassemble in a focused fashion as I adjust. Where I live now has become a collection point. It so reminds me of my childhood home. I feel gathered together here.