28 The Lovely Crisis: Do I Know You....?

The word "union" comes from the Latin unus or one. As I heal, I am reclaiming and rediscovering parts if myself long forgotten, long ignored, once completely obliterated. Occasionally I get a glimpse of someone one I once knew. I catch a  flash of my reflection in a store window while hustling down a packed city block at midday. I think I recognize that guy, pretty sure I've seen him before. Not really sure but oddly familiar he seems. This re-union can be as elusive (yet painful) an experience as finding a needle as it plunges into your palm wildly waved through a haystack or as obvious (yet embarrassing) an experience of rushing around the house searching only to be saved by the announcement in your head, "THIS JUST IN, YOUR KEYS ARE IN YOUR POCKET!" Each trauma, minor or indelible was a breadcrumb of my soul dropped on the path of my development. Now my I'm with Gretel, picking up each morsel as I make the journey to retrieve the parts of my self I lost or left behind.