Cleaning the Slate

It's not an easy task.
First, you clear the clutter.
Then, you try to understand.
How significant is this anyway?
Does it matter?
Or should it go?
Each memory is put in a place
and given either a second chance
or a banishment.
Some call it a chore:
cleaning the slate.
Others find ways
to learn,
to understand,
and to thrive in the clutter.
It's a strange concept,
for something to be really gone.
Is it truly possible to go
back to the beginning?
Maybe in a book or movie;
a video game with many lives in tact.
But, with just one life,
cleaning the slate
takes on a new meaning.
Emotionally, it is a practice.
Physically, it is a therapy.
Mentally, it is a challenge.
It is no easy task
to clear the mind
and let everything go.
Even if it is only
for a moment.

the lone windmill

The morning mist came in from the sea as the people walked their dogs along the beach. Every house seemed to belong on the coast. Some were pale peach, sea green and a faded blue, but towering above the trees, inns and neighborhoods, a windmill appeared like a shadow in the light fog. From the inn's balcony, it seemed to rebel the touristy atmosphere and add a comforting effect. If the fog covered the beach, houses and tress, the wind mill might have seemed to belong to a farm far from any distracting lights or noises. Early in the morning, it was a welcome symbol of tranquility in a busy town.

San Francisco trip :)

Today I will upload a week's worth of blogging inspired by my trip to visit a friend in San Francisco! It was a lot of fun and I learned a few things about myself while I was there. I hope you enjoy my fun stories and reflections!