Memory demands acknowledgement.

We may plan and prod it

into something quite remarkable–

a celebration complete with the grandiosity of parties, finery, expense.

Most often,

I suspect,

a memory is blinked into recollection,


yet tinged by sadness or delight.

A scent




invites it to take shape in front of us

and we are immersed in the moment once again.

I came upon a raw moment of memory as I listened to stories of

survivors of sexual violence.

That is the premise of this reflection:

The Anniversary

I dressed up pretty today.

[a mighty effort to repel the devils that pull and torture my psyche.]

This is the day it happened,

the anniversary.

I will not let that memory mar this happy day,

my independence day.

No flags or bands.


I dressed up pretty

in a new dress I bought to celebrate.

But I was tired and I left early,

weeping over words that cut into my soul.


I  dressed up pretty.

I went home.

I drank some vodka.

And I cried.

©Nancie Chmielewski updated 4/10/15


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I am a fabric artist and a professional minister in the Catholic Church. I am married for 40+ years to a most fabulous man. We have 4 adult children, 2 daughter-in-laws ( who we also consider to our children!) and 4 grandbabies. I love to weave, paint silk, sew and design garments for myself; bead, read, write and color. I am also a spiritual Companion/Director and have a special place in my soul for women who are healing and in need of healing from trauma and abuse. I love coffee, quiet reflective prayer time at my kitchen table and long walks to breathe in the Holy Spirit. I would like to learn how to spin yarn and will someday create a spun, hand dyed/painted, beaded, woven fabulous garment of peace!

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