That's the 180 of Abilene. It sounds like desolation. It sounds like mortality with no sense of joyful stillness. Gave that up lonnnnngggg ago. Can you write it and not feel it? The feeling comes out on the paper. Title is perfect fit to the text. Yup. Saw that. ))
Thank you, Jim. So often these memories flash back to us as one whole gestalt, don't they? We see the light, feel the heat, hear the conversation, taste the soup, smell the wet dog as if we were there. Sometimes it is sad, sometimes exhilarating.
Tastes, smells and sounds are so evocative, aren't they? Such a sad yet beautiful piece, Sharron. Those three hooks - dumplings, cheap bourbon and the banjo - have attached themselves so firmly to the walls of my chest that I can almost feel them weighing me down. Hugs. 😘
These very specific memories often pop up, don't they? -- triggered by a certain fragrance, a texture, a song, etc. Sometimes they are sad, sometimes joyous. We can hear an old song and remember exactly where we were, with whom and doing what. We can smell raspberries on the bush on a hot summer day and suddenly be 12 again. It is lovely. Thank you, Rebecca, for your comment.
So beautiful, Sharron. Such human, necessary questions, and such evocative answers. You’ve done her proud, whoever she may be, wherever she may be, and whatever she left behind. Thank you.
I love how you mention the senses and give specific examples of a few of them. Excellent stuff, Sharron, makes me reflect on my own life and sea of memories.
Excellent writing, Sharron. Really touching
Thank you FandF. I loved the mood of the photo.
Very evocative
That's the 180 of Abilene. It sounds like desolation. It sounds like mortality with no sense of joyful stillness. Gave that up lonnnnngggg ago. Can you write it and not feel it? The feeling comes out on the paper. Title is perfect fit to the text. Yup. Saw that. ))
Thank you, Kate. Not desolation. Just an acknowledgement of feelings.
😢
Sad or not, some feelings have to be expressed. It does seem to relieve some of the weight.
Yes, that's true.
And in our hearts?
Yes.
I have to admit, I had to Google Ubi Sunt. Who doesn't have these thoughts from time to time? Very reflective piece Sharron.
Thank you, Jim. So often these memories flash back to us as one whole gestalt, don't they? We see the light, feel the heat, hear the conversation, taste the soup, smell the wet dog as if we were there. Sometimes it is sad, sometimes exhilarating.
Tastes, smells and sounds are so evocative, aren't they? Such a sad yet beautiful piece, Sharron. Those three hooks - dumplings, cheap bourbon and the banjo - have attached themselves so firmly to the walls of my chest that I can almost feel them weighing me down. Hugs. 😘
These very specific memories often pop up, don't they? -- triggered by a certain fragrance, a texture, a song, etc. Sometimes they are sad, sometimes joyous. We can hear an old song and remember exactly where we were, with whom and doing what. We can smell raspberries on the bush on a hot summer day and suddenly be 12 again. It is lovely. Thank you, Rebecca, for your comment.
You've described it absolutely beautifully in this comment, Sharron. Just wonderful. x
So beautiful, Sharron. Such human, necessary questions, and such evocative answers. You’ve done her proud, whoever she may be, wherever she may be, and whatever she left behind. Thank you.
Thank you three times, Chloe -- for the loan of the photo, for the kind comment and for subscribing to 🍁Leaves!
Remembrances. Bitter and sweet. Soft as the breeze through the lace curtains in your mother's room.
Thank you, Heather, so much for your comments. I really enjoyed your Friday post this week!
I love how you mention the senses and give specific examples of a few of them. Excellent stuff, Sharron, makes me reflect on my own life and sea of memories.
You are my hero, Justin. Thank you. AND I have my 50 words of horror written for you! It was fun going out of my lane...
You’re too kind! Oooh, fun! I can’t wait to see what you came up with. I agree, I find that any time I dip into that genre I really enjoy it. 👻
Nice!
Memories are all we really leave behind. Hopefully, we leave good ones!