Looking through all the photos on this memory card, I came upon some gorgeous shots of 411 in the spring. I took these last May on my first trip back to St. Louis, since the holidays and my parent's move to assisted living. It's difficult to walk into a place that is in the throws of change and so chock full of feelings and memories. Everything was different. Mom's flowers have always been so beautiful. It's always a pretty place, but it really shines in the spring. It's spectacular!
I seem to feel the sadness in places and houses deeply. The Chatette spoke to me in that way more than 12 years ago. Once we became a "we", I could feel it breathe again and almost scream: "Yes! I'm open, alive, loved, and we're celebrating with Jim Brickman wafting down and through the Lot!"
I knew another part of my return to Columbus Street was to get the positive energy flowing there, as well. I haven't written much about what I found here in the apartment upon my return in 2013. I try not to think about it. Let's just say; huge patched holes on every wall; knife stabs in the refrigerator; stolen nobs, chrystal door handles, switch plates, sink stoppers; and, the list goes on and on. The positive energy needed to get moving here again. And, it has.
Sleeping at 411 during my many returns last year; it wasn't unusual to feel the: sadness; history; family spirits: and, wonder what is next. It is not mine to do. But, being there for some months this fall gives me an opportunity to get the positive energy flowing there, as well. I've come to realize that the most important thing that I can do in the process is to involve my Mom. She can help me. I can help her. This is her place. It is important to her. And, therein lies the magic of moving on.
Let's hope the process is as lovely as the post! Happy Sunday-Love, Laury
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | February 23, 2014 at 07:25 PM
That's lovely. Love, KB
Posted by: Kathleen | February 23, 2014 at 05:27 PM