Thursday Morning Greetings!
Here is our last burning love entry—unless someone sent one in that we missed—if that's the case, speak now or forever. . .
Additionally, we have one 140-word conundrum to tackle. Then we'll mull and ponder and furrow our brows and wring our hands to come up with a winner.
This will be agony.
But for now, we hope you enjoy this last entry—rife with beautiful imagery, introspection, and a touch of melancholy.
Beyond the porch rail, mist hangs heavy over the hills. Familiar scenes of green meadows, leafing maple, elm, oak and evergreens trees stand hidden. Endless blue skies and white-peaked purple mountains, now veiled by weighted vapor.I stand, looking out in despair; bereft but of memory of what once had been before me.Was it ever there – the beauty, the peace, the completeness? Does its absence prove its existence? The ache in my soul was not there until I looked out to see it gone. The hollow in my heart abstract until part of it was removed.Do the familiar, but hidden scenes draw their fullness and purpose from the emotions they evoke from me? Possibly as much as I am made absolute and human by missing them when they are gone. Either alone - a mirror without a reflection.
These words resonate within—especially on certain lonely days.
Lisa and Maddie