It's another road trip.
Tonight is a lovely, cool evening being spent on the rolling, grasslands of Wyoming. Just over the border from 'big sky country'. I can't help but notice and yes, dwell, on that part of me that has gone missing. Mostly it is evident when looking around this familiar place or that familiar place and remembering, how, ever so recently, we were here together. Here. You and me. Alive.
How quickly, things can change. So much happens in the blink of an eye. So many trite sayings for the obvious facts of life and death. Like little jewels wrapped in delicate tissue paper and kept in secret compartments... somewhere. When we need them they are always there, to be brought out and presented to others in their time of need. Precious and beautiful but useless really. A treatment for the loss but hardly a cure.
What I am trying to say is that there are some events that can, and do, break a heart so badly that it is damaged & disabled. Still functioning, but not the same as it was. Tweaked and beating in another dimension. Jet-lagged. Obviously changed. Somewhat hopeful.
Tuesday 18 August 2009
The Twilight Zone
It's another road trip.
Tonight is a lovely, cool evening being spent on the rolling, grasslands of Wyoming. Just over the border from 'big sky country'. I can't help but notice and yes, dwell, on that part of me that has gone missing. Mostly it is evident when looking around this familiar place or that familiar place and remembering, how, ever so recently, we were here together. Here. You and me. Alive.
How quickly, things can change. So much happens in the blink of an eye. So many trite sayings for the obvious facts of life and death. Like little jewels wrapped in delicate tissue paper and kept in secret compartments... somewhere. When we need them they are always there, to be brought out and presented to others in their time of need. Precious and beautiful but useless really. A treatment for the loss but hardly a cure.
What I am trying to say is that there are some events that can, and do, break a heart so badly that it is damaged & disabled. Still functioning, but not the same as it was. Tweaked and beating in another dimension. Jet-lagged. Obviously changed. Somewhat hopeful.
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Take care of your wounded heart as you travel. And let it be open to the possibilities of new "adventures" as it were. Best of luck to you and your fate.
Within your heart, keep one still, secret spot where things may grow.
Words of wisdom. Really. Thank you.
There is a club, a secret club, most members don't know each other but they have the strongest common bond. You know them when you meet them, and you know if their significant others (husbands, b-friends, g-friends, kids, etc.) are in the club too. It's the club of footprinted hearts. We would all never change a thing, regardless of the enormous loss, but that very loss speaks volumes of the love you, and I, have been so very blessed to have. Some come along that are close, they resemble some beautiful thing, mannerism, personality, look.... but they aren't "them" because they never, ever, ever, could be. Even if they can't, let them give you love, let them make you laugh, let them bring you joy in who they are, for they are something beautiful too.
Again, you say it so well....
yes... forever changed, and yes somehow hopeful,
Well... when you can cry and laugh all at the same time... you have arrived! Friends are forever!!!
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