Oh! Amie - thank you! I am always so tickled to see your name appear in my comments and to know you read my stuff. I don't know how you keep up! I am glad you liked this little memory.
This is a wistful story. Lonely and painful. I too have wondered if anyone from my past has a good memory of our time together. Were any blissful traces left behind among the bread crumbs on the trail?
Aww... it was painful when it happened, but the anodyne of time rescued me long ago. Now it is, as you say, just a wistful memory. We all have them, don't we? We all mourn our lost youth.
Yes, I believe we do. The sadness softens over time, certainly, but the romantic notion continues forever, it seems. Thanks for reading my little memories, Mr Wolf!
Great. One more mystery solved. For 10 days my metrics showed I had three stories scheduled for posting and I only had two! And the metrics display was tweaked. Glad they finally straightened that out. I thought I had demons posting at Leaves. Un misterio de la vida.
Our lives appear in our thoughts in stages. And to me, each stage has its primary memory, a person, a place, a setting and a sound track. I believe it is the same for us all. Thank you, Wade.
There’s a book about Tim & son Jeff .. Title slips my mind..
To your thought re our ‘senses .. of things
A tale I hesitate to relate & won’t - explains why I once exited our beach apartment from deep sleep convinced it was afire .. we were not .. so I headed upwind
And now you have me thinking. We have things for a while that break or cease to amuse us. We have friends who come and go. But memories so passionate will forever live in our hearts. Lovely and bittersweet, dear Sharron.
Ah, well, we have all suffered loss and the related broken hearts. Right? And we move forward. Still the memories haunt us for while. Thank you, my friend.
Oh Sharron! You break my heart! Sweet and new. Deep as the sea. But those shallow footprints, disappearing with the tide. Those are the prints that never, ever disappear from our hearts, be they soulmates, mothers, or mentors. You did it again, Sharron. I am so touched by your words!
Thank you Sharron. This is beautiful. Isn’t it wonderful and marvelous how poetry and prose of one persons memories can pull another’s thoughts and tie them to your own? I love hearing your voice and then reading and oh the song at the end was such a lovely moment for me this morning.
Oh! I am so glad you liked this, Tim, and could relate to it in some way. I know we all have suffered loss - it is a part of everyone’s life, but I am never quite sure my own experiences will be translatable. Thanks for your comment!
I think everyone takes away something of their own from others grief. Especially when we write about it It allows others their own space and time to be alone with their personal grief and realize the beauty of a shared humanity.
Tim Buckley
The fading bright colors of the past collide, with your gentle touching words.
His name still stars in musical memories, but only as this reawakens them. His music glides. Yet names of pieces elude me.
Thanks for redirecting such poignant thoughts.
Star sailor had a piece what was it?
I don't know what/who Star sailor is...
STARSAILOR was an album of Tim Buckley's
Oh. Okay! Thanks.
These old songs! When you hear them, you know exactly where you were, with whom, and doing what... Don't you?
“We were so young, so new” —the beauty of this line!
Oh! Amie - thank you! I am always so tickled to see your name appear in my comments and to know you read my stuff. I don't know how you keep up! I am glad you liked this little memory.
I’m here for you, Sharron!
This is a wistful story. Lonely and painful. I too have wondered if anyone from my past has a good memory of our time together. Were any blissful traces left behind among the bread crumbs on the trail?
Aww... it was painful when it happened, but the anodyne of time rescued me long ago. Now it is, as you say, just a wistful memory. We all have them, don't we? We all mourn our lost youth.
Yes, we do mourn ... our lost youth and the friends who went with it.
Once we were stars in the sky
We were so high
Saw the wind
Saw the breath last gasp and passed by too early in morning
The last song was over before we knew what was happening.
Lovely, Richard.
Powerful. Doesn’t everyone have thoughts like that?
Yes, I believe we do. The sadness softens over time, certainly, but the romantic notion continues forever, it seems. Thanks for reading my little memories, Mr Wolf!
They updated the app, and I can read your whole comment now!!😀
Great. One more mystery solved. For 10 days my metrics showed I had three stories scheduled for posting and I only had two! And the metrics display was tweaked. Glad they finally straightened that out. I thought I had demons posting at Leaves. Un misterio de la vida.
Memories. So provocative. So awakening. They give me comfort and peace.
Our lives appear in our thoughts in stages. And to me, each stage has its primary memory, a person, a place, a setting and a sound track. I believe it is the same for us all. Thank you, Wade.
some ‘scents too .. who can forget a funeral parlour scent .. wistful or what !
yes indeed - patchouli, fresh baked bread, weed, popcorn....
I bet he remembers. : )
Ah, well... he is long gone, now, but his memory is fixed in a special place in my head. Don't we all experience that? Thanks Ron
There’s a book about Tim & son Jeff .. Title slips my mind..
To your thought re our ‘senses .. of things
A tale I hesitate to relate & won’t - explains why I once exited our beach apartment from deep sleep convinced it was afire .. we were not .. so I headed upwind
A phenomenal talent & voice ! 🦎🏴☠️🍁
Yes. And sadly silenced at age 28... such a shame.
Brian Ferry - These Foolish Things .. yer welcome .. no tears please 💋
👍🏻🌿
And now you have me thinking. We have things for a while that break or cease to amuse us. We have friends who come and go. But memories so passionate will forever live in our hearts. Lovely and bittersweet, dear Sharron.
Well, yes, may the gods bless us with all that passion and pain and those long memories. Otherwise, how do we know we have lived?
This is beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.
Ah, well, we have all suffered loss and the related broken hearts. Right? And we move forward. Still the memories haunt us for while. Thank you, my friend.
Oh Sharron! You break my heart! Sweet and new. Deep as the sea. But those shallow footprints, disappearing with the tide. Those are the prints that never, ever disappear from our hearts, be they soulmates, mothers, or mentors. You did it again, Sharron. I am so touched by your words!
You and I are of the same Era. We know whereof we speak. Thanks for this sweet, thoughtful comment.
Delicate souls are not able to survive in this world. So they leave 😓
Often the case, isn’t it? And drugs are an easy way out of one’s pain, apparently.
Thank you Sharron. This is beautiful. Isn’t it wonderful and marvelous how poetry and prose of one persons memories can pull another’s thoughts and tie them to your own? I love hearing your voice and then reading and oh the song at the end was such a lovely moment for me this morning.
Oh! I am so glad you liked this, Tim, and could relate to it in some way. I know we all have suffered loss - it is a part of everyone’s life, but I am never quite sure my own experiences will be translatable. Thanks for your comment!
I think everyone takes away something of their own from others grief. Especially when we write about it It allows others their own space and time to be alone with their personal grief and realize the beauty of a shared humanity.
"a star in my own personal galaxy." "like a shallow footprint in the sand." Fabulous imagery, Sharron. A beautiful tale of loss and remembrance.
You are always so kind, KC. Thank you. I believe most readers have a similar story from their young lives.... right?
I'm still living mine!