A Sign of Healing

[tinhuvielartanis]

Eight years ago today, I met the Harpist and experienced love at first sight, which led to the deepest grief I've ever experienced. Thirty minutes before the day ends, I just now thought about that. Could it be that I am finally beginning to truly heal? Could it mean that, someday, my spirit won't bleed when I hear certain traditional Celtic songs? Or have I just successfully hardened myself to the point where I don't care enough to remember and ache as a result of that remembrance?

I don't know.

Maybe next year I won't mark that Bealtainne as the ninth year out.