Seeing Julia by Katherine Owen

Author:Katherine Owen [Owen, Katherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Contemporary, General Fiction, love, Betrayal, Grief, loss, Best Friends, Passion, starting over, women's fiction, contemporary fiction, Malibu, past love, love endures, connections, ties, Manhattan, epic love story
ISBN: 9780983570738
Google: Cb2RZwEACAAJ
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Goodreads: 11490624
Publisher: Writing Works Group
Published: 2011-05-11T23:00:00+00:00

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My mother loved to do origami. From the time I was four-years-old, we would sit together with these amazing colorful squares of paper between us and form intricate figurines: cranes, swans, dragons, and flowers of all kinds. The last origami crane I made with her was during the fateful trip to Athens and it’s in a box at the beach house in Amagansett along with all the other mementos of a magical time long gone. Today, I think about the origami crane and my mother. The ancient Japanese legend goes that if one makes a thousand origami cranes, a person’s wish will be granted. In Japan’s culture, cranes are considered to be mystical or holy creatures representing good luck and the birds are believed to live for a thousand years. I’m guessing Mr. Jacob Winston has never even seen an origami crane. I decide this might be the best way for me to apologize.

After meeting with my team, where I pretend to lead, and more or less agree with everything, and make no real decisions, I slip out to the gift store a couple of blocks down from our office in search of unique paper for this secret project. I also buy a small silver box with a key, some place he can store all those notes of mine he’s said he’s saved. My fervor for starting this is unexplainable. My mother used to say origami freed her mind, allowed her to think through a story line that wasn’t working and come up with the answers, all with just the simple act of creating something beautiful and giving herself permission to think things through.

I’m not sure what is driving me to do this for Jake, but my mind could certainly use some answers. It takes the better part of a half hour to fold the crane into the intricate folds because I’m so out of practice, but I finally succeed. I think my mother would be proud of my efforts and my reasons for doing it. And, just as she once promised, the answers come to me as I work with the intricacies of folding this beautiful paper, allowing my mind to let go.

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