Just this last week I've been finding pleasure in listening to music again. In fact, I am taking more pleasure in it than I ever have before in my life. I'm listening through all the pieces I have stored in iTunes on my laptop. I began collecting these in 2006, the months I was at home before my last year of college.

Has it been only two years? They mark great periods of change for me. Especially these last six months.

It's funny how music has the power to call up shadows. Every song connects to a memory and ushers past a parade of emotions. I am steadily making peace with these ghosts, so they no longer pain me. We wave hello in passing.

Someone I read recently said that perhaps the things that hurt us in our adult years are sent to heal earlier traumas. We think we're doing so well, and then something touches an ancient abscess. It has to be purged, and then at last the wound can close for good. I believe that is true.  ¶ 7:49 PM