Of course when I first read this weeks prompt, my mind went immediately to singing CIRCLES IN THE SAND by Belinda Carlisle. Though it doesn’t necessarily pertain to my post, I’m sharing it anyway, y’all may as well join me in singing it 😊
It’s been almost 11 months now since I purchased my home and property here in North Carolina. This place was, as I was at the time, an empty shell. Like myself having to find a new way to live, it was time to furnish this place with little parts of the me I was becoming in this new role as Widow……………..quite by accident and with no real conscious thought at first, I began choosing things, the common denominator, CIRCLES.
Even in my painting….dots and some semblance of circles make their appearance.
“Let’s Run in the circle, opposite to each other. Until we are thrown into the sky by the storm swirling in between us. I’ll hold your hands and I’ll hug you, let me be your wings. Let’s fall on that clouds and let’s dance on the rainbow. Let’s bore a hole in that sky until we fall back to the sea with the rain. And Let’s swim back to the shore, to play the game of circle again.”
“It was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. ~Judy Garland~
“It’s clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us was aware of the other before we met, there was a kind of mindless certainty bumming blithely along beneath our ignorance that ensured we would come together. Like two solitary birds flying the great prairies by celestial reckoning, all of these years and lifetimes we have been moving toward one another.” ~Robert James Waller, Bridges Of Madison County~
It’s been 75 weeks now since Jim gained his wings and left this earth. What I have discovered over the course of my widowed journey is that LOVE GOES ON and IT CONTINUES TO GROW. Our Love didn’t die with Jim. Instead it transcends time and space……..How do I know that, you may ask. How can I not?
I FEEL IT. Just as surely as if he was sitting here next to me. While here with me, he promised to always take care of me. From where he is now, he is keeping his promise to me. With a Grateful and Thankful and humbled Heart I feel and know his love.
It’s that Love that I draw strength and comfort from.
As I sit here pondering that question, I’ve decided to pull up the definition of fascinate………this was meaning number one……….
1. to attract and hold attentively by a unique power, personal charm, unusual nature, or some other special quality; enthrall: a vivacity that fascinated the audience.
So, now I have the definition…..I’m still sitting here, with the window open, listening to the wind whipping through the trees….and still pondering as to what ‘enthralls’ me at this moment in my life (I’ve got a case of widow blues going on 😞) but then……..LIGHT BULB MOMENT 💡
THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE
I know, if I’m listening to sounds, how is that silence. For whatever reason I don’t consider nature to be noise. So for me it fits into my own personal definition of Silence. Be it the wind, rain, bird song, crashing waves, the peepers at night, I attribute all to my quiet time. Nature’s silence is soothing. It also makes me feel alive. It’s my elixir. My healer. So for me, what fascinates this gal right now, is the Sounds Of Silence.