Written by on November 22, 2006 in The Healing Journey with 2 Comments

You know, when you’re an incest victim or a survivor of anything, memories often have a negative connotation. Words like “flashback” and “triggering” usurp the meaning and purpose of what memories can mean, and take them to a place of pain and hurt.

But tonight, I am grateful for them. I have a right to them, you know. And as I think of the things that make me smile, I savor each one like a good sip of hot tea. And somewhere, from deep inside, I am warmed from the inside out.

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About the Author: Greetings, fellow dreamer, and welcome! I’m Demian Yumei, author, singer/songwriter and artist activist. Some of my creative projects are a CD of healing music, “For the Sake of Love” and a children’s book on the interconnectedness of life, “Little Yellow Pear Tomatoes” published by Illumination Arts. Currently, I’m in the process of creating podcasts for my book series on covert abuse. My commitment is to the creative process especially as it relates to the healing journey. Whether I’m singing at a vigil for asylum seekers, memorial for political activists or sitting around a table sharing tea and conversation with friends who just want to talk heart to heart, I am always deeply moved by the human spirit to love and live with authentic beauty. Thank you for being here, for reading my posts and/or listening to my podcast. There’s much to share, much to create and the journey has just begun! Meet you on the path. .


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  1. starrybright says:

    Yes, I know. I have many,I have often cursed myself for not forgetting. I have thought I would be better off. But I know that the memories are a blessing. They are the fuel used to humble me towards God. and with God, is where I receive my strength to endure the memories.
    Today I have been dealing with this issue once again, needing to express this. Leave it to God to be so loving as to lead me to what I needed.

  2. Bless you, StarryBright, and welcome to my very special space. I know this is a public board, but it feels very intimate and private to me. You honor me with your presence here.

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