HEART SHADOWS




Adult lives are filled with work, kids and their lives, adult plans, family, grocery shopping, cooking, worries, gatherings, date nights, bedtimes, appointments, alarm clocks and the list goes on...

It seemed there was always a struggle to find the time... until the loss of people we treasured stopped our regular hurried routines; took our breath away, at least until we could find that place to store our grief and then attempt to move back into our hectic lives.  That loss, that memory of that person who filled our hearts has always, I believe, left a shadow over our hearts. 

Heart shadows have no limits, no magic number, there is always room for more it seems still leaving room for beats. 

The other day I was pumping gas and the fueling station had music playing outside over the bays of vehicles; a familiar song came on that stopped my hand squeeze on the hose nozzle. The immediate visual memory of that dear person who had passed was as palpable as if I had just learned the news.  My heart shadow took over and owned that very moment.

A scent, a tune, a place, a taste, a thought.... so pristine it forces the memories to roll out of our eyes down to our hearts.

So powerful, so true, so natural. I have learned to embrace my shadows as my aging life routines have slowed. Those I have loved have never really left me. Their heart shadows are tattooed upon mine for always. 




Comments

  1. So true ❤️ literally and figuratively tattooed on my heart and mind forever. Well said ❤️

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  2. So true. I never know how often a song, a smell, or a place, will just stop me in my tracks and send me back to a moment, or a memory.

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  3. ❤️ yes, they will always be in our hearts.

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  4. I expect that most of us have a heart shadow; I certainly do and it does crepe into my thoughts when I least expect it. ❤️❤️

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  5. That was lovely.
    It is strange how suddenly the absence of someone who has past can be brought back so fully as if they are still with you.

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