My mind rewinds time like an old VCR whining and clunky, stopping at all the worst scenes that I wish were edited out and it feels like I am in a time machine. March seems like eons past while in the same instant only a breath ago. The juxtaposition of time sends me spinning in a circle, praying to stop when there is a clear, broad view of the strength of the mountains, solace of a winding stream and peace of a still lake.
A long prayerful walk slows, but does not stop, this infernal time warp as I see glimpses of friendly faces, trustworthy friends and beautiful spring flowers. A deep breath smells of daffodils, warm cookies, and a welcome hug.
The walk isn't long enough, being leashed to the chaos, not allowed to wander too far and I fight hopelessly against the spinning and resign to the dizziness, at least for now. The house is still silent with emptiness everywhere. With each breath I can hear whispers of hope shared over the weekend, too soft to understand their magnitude.
***Thanks for humoring my attempt at getting how I feel out, and no I wasn't trying for any great literary works I just needed to share. ~Heather***
Heather, even though we have never actually met in person, I want you to know that I love you. Your writings absolutely do convey a deep message to me at least. You may not have aimed for "great literature" but things from the heart tend to lean that way. I wish I could help and want you to know that I am here to listen any time you need.
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