100 Words: The Agony And Ecstasy Of Moving On
She thought she’d handled her move from house to house fairly well, thank you, all things considered.
But today, no.
Human-leaving-the-house-behind-where-they’d-lived-and-loved met up with the mystery of the missing stapler.
It’s possible the human threw a thing or two, then like loose rags, she dropped.
Not about the stapler.
You see, when least expected, a heaven full of sky blue ribbons holding her life together untied themselves. Underneath, thousands of shimmering tethers to her past snapped, spilling light everywhere.
That’s when her heart poured.
She said at last, “I wonder if this is the feel of freedom ….”
death, freedom, In Care of Relationships, life and death, moving on, Terri Crosby
What a beautiful way to look at it.
Thank you, Jeanne! As you might imagine, it was a relief to see it differently than one might, or differently than I have in the past.
I once took photos of skies, sliced into ribbons and placed them on someone’s wall to show my affection. I will look at the sky differently now. Love from Southern California.
whew. I love that you made the sky into ribbons as a way of showing your affection… I, officially and honestly speaking, have very wet eyes now. :–))) thank you so much, Joann. so glad you took a moment to write me.
Wow, you knocked me over with that one!
oh, Va, thank you!!!
Thank you, Nina.
Oh My!! This one is really special for me. Hope this feel of freedom continues to be a good one. Love you.
Each of your 100 Words is like a poem from your heart. I don’t often leave a comment, but you always leave a warm impression.
Brilliant, Terri. Absolutely brilliant. I’m honored to know you as we move on with our lives saying goodby and hello. Kindness and freedom are my favorite words. Kindness is free. Freedom is a hard-knowing rascal.
Holly, love that last sentence you wrote. Yep.
I SO know that feeling!!! Thank you for putting it into words 🙂
Thank you, Emily. Yes, I’m sure you know that feeling. Hugs to you.
One sees a face, a mask, covering a deep unknown. Who is in there? What is she thinking? What is she feeling? …hiding, holding back, ignoring, exploring, protecting, falling deeply into?
Thank you for allowing me to see a sliver of you behind the mask. It is truly beautiful.
Thank you, Suka. I hear you!