Eternal Continuum — Writesandwrongs

Rolling relentlessly. A vigorous flourish of an endless pursuit of churning force. Its sound speaks to us all. What do you hear? Excess ecstasy, hurried excitement to carpe diem? Or are you lulled, hypnotized, your soul shushed and reminded to listen to your inner murmurs. Hear the sound of your heart beating in the waves. From […]

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Eternal Continuum

Rolling relentlessly.
A vigorous flourish of an endless pursuit of churning force. Its sound speaks to us all.

What do you hear?
Excess ecstasy, hurried excitement to carpe diem?
Or are you lulled, hypnotized, your soul shushed and reminded to listen to your inner murmurs.

Hear the sound of your heart beating in the waves.

From where has this water come? Does it encircle the earth brought forth from all the oceans in all of the world.

How many clouds, how many rains, how many thunderstorms does it take to create an ocean?

I don’t know these answers and I never will. But I pray our earth will continue to sustain us with this life source for all the lives to come.

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Destin Henderson State Park

Christmas Past

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I am greeted with a flood of memories from my past each year as I put up and take down the Christmas tree. I savor the nostalgic ornaments that I have saved, some of them going back to my childhood in the 1960s. A tacky sequined deer, vintage silver babbles. I still have majority of them from the 1980s when my husband and I celebrated our first Christmases. Of course there are the ones that I have savored from my childrens’ past – the ballet slippers that I bought for my infant daughter, and the violinist for her sister to name a few. I carefully place each piece on the tree. Today while taking down the tree I was taken aback when I opened up a box that holds a pair of wooden angels from the 1980s that were purchased in Germany, as well as some porcelain candle holders. The scent that wafted out was overwhelming. It took me a moment to realize it was a scent from my in-laws home and I suddenly began to cry with the thought of all the years that have gone by since I last saw my mother-in law. That, of course, made me think of my mom. The tears continued in full force.
When I feel this way I write.
In recent years I have written notes with dates and a few details about where some of the ornaments came from. These notes are packed away carefully with each ornament with the hope my daughters will appreciate them when I pass them on their care as much as I have through the years.