A search began, through no fault of my own, for a long lost friend. Words of the past entered my mind as swiftly as they once entered my heart. Lessons were remembered and fears were reminded that they would not succeed here. She wrote with a grace so separate from the things this world knows. Each sentence held the weight of a million kindnesses and that intricate rhythm of wisdom.
I have not found her. That girl who threw me a rope of sentences through the layers of broken glass that surrounded me. That one who promised me, with all of her heart, that I had not written my last words. I am here, ready to show her what I have become.
Instead, I found a bit of myself. I hadn't been missing it, not knowing it was gone. But I reread the words that were formed in the midst of that raging storm and suprised myself with what I was.
I found there are things that I have forgotten, and now I intend to get them back.
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Ella,
Nice meeting you on my blog. How did you find out about it?
You are apparently, a new blogger: bruchah ha-ba'ah. Welcome to the JBlogosphere, and I hope you find fulfilment.
Whom did you mean by Raziel (the name is that of an Angel...)?
Actually, not so new. I was very involved in the blogosphere for a few years and I read yours often. I guess Hashgacha kept sending me back, so I'm here to give it another shot.
She is a poet.
hi
thanks for your insightful comments on my post.
your own blog intro is compelling.
welcome (back) and good luck
Welcome. 'Ali v'hatzlichi. :)
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