Stepping out on to the dance floor of life. 

On May 5th it was two years to the day that i was taken into hospital with a brain injury.  This is the story of what was a very special day. 

The beauty of brain injury and the joy of forgetting.

Forgetting the most basic things and a loss of short and long term memory can be frustrating.  There are however many gifts that go with it, one of which is minimizing the fear of rejection.  It is hard to feel rejected when you forget that you even asked.

Sometimes when you're bruised and battered it's okay to lie down and rest your tender heart.  We don't always have to understand, we can just be.

Continuing the theme of letting go.

When we shed a skin it means a part of us dies so that a new part can come alive.  This is a story of the fear of putting an old skin back on and how i found some resolution.  

Perhaps the story never ends, the only way to find out is to keep writing.

I don't remember writing any of the songs or when they were written. Yesterday the songs told me it's okay that i don't remember. It's okay because he memory is in the music.

Tearing up the diary of our memories.

I was going to walk away but my instinct said "Stay".

Then i looked in the glass and my judgement did pass.

As Joni Mitchell sang "You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone..."

Often the little things have the biggest reasons...

After a deep, deep sleep i woke up one morning with a song in my mind.  I realised that i'd once written the song and it took me on a journey.  It was gently whispering, asking to be sung.