nightvision

    How often must I visit the past before it becomes a repetitive obsession, a nightmare in its own right?

 

    Clearly, I do not know. And equally clearly, I am sure, that at some point I must just let go.

 

    There are lessons to be learned and behaviors to be unlearned. I paddle my canoe into my past, explore that land of half-memories and half-dreams, collecting and recollecting. Surely, quietly, I take this oar and push off that shore and paddle, presently, into the unknown future.

 

    I am so glad that I did not even think to drink today.

 

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 13)