Hard to let go when ya can’t think straight. Sometimes it feels like another lifetime, a different world, an unspoken dream. The mind does not always register the difference between time & space, because our heart holds onto the cords that bind our love for home. It’s the memories that keep reminding us of another place where we found security, rest & a buffered refuge from the storms of this life. So how do we let go of this longing desire, to fill this need? Our empty nest, this broken heart. It’s not just loss, this is death. We couldn’t move on completely until we accepted that. So we had a memorial service for our home, just the two of us. We each wrote a letter to our home, from the memories, love, heartache & loss. We prayed, we cried & we held each other as we tossed our letters into one of the only things that survived… our fire pit. We said our goodbyes as we watched the flames take the words from the page & the smoke filled the air with our prayers towards heaven. Finally, we felt a release. We were free to move on from those ties that held our hearts & constantly tortured our souls. It was time to rise out of the ashes & begin something new. It was time to mend & time to end, time to let go of those things I called heartstrings.
I read several of your posts this morning thank you for expressing your thoughts and feelings so well.
Theresa thank you so much! I appreciate your response & please stop by again! 💖