If You Like It Then You Shoulda | 10.29.20
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Been thinking about symbols lately, the ones we assign value to, the ones we decide hold power. Rings, necklaces, tattoos, crosses, all the talismans we let into our lives and call them representative. Somehow, those we deem most special, indispensable even, can transport us to a time and place far from where we stand. When I look at the ring I wear now, when I look at her hand and the rings on the fingers, I am there, feeling warmth against the storms that were coming. For a brief moment, I am there, and it’s hard opening my eyes and realizing it’s not true. What symbols do You hold dear?
A ring a hand held
a warmth against the cooling.
Are we still there now?
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i love the memories and moments attached to my rings - the love that they remind me of in times when all else feels like hopelessness.
tattoos, poetry and songs can transport me as well. mostly words that symbolize a time in life when things were different and thinking back on how far i’ve come but how far i have to go yet
Rocks. Big boulders, to be exact. When I built my first house, my father lived with me at the time (and was battling cancer). He had me keep the large rocks that were unearthed as they dug the basement because "do you know how much people pay for those, T?" LOL. We placed most of them around the house, with three in the corner of the backyard. He said he wanted to plant a weeping willow by those rocks. He died before he could...and I moved from that house the following year. Charlie and I just completed a house that happens to be on a cul de sac with a similar lot shape. We kept all of the boulders unearthed as they dug the basement. We had a weeping willow installed in the corner of the backyard two weeks ago. We encircled it with 7 large rocks from the unearthing (my dad had 7 children). Those rocks and that tree remind me daily that love abides...it changes and sometimes the person you love can't talk back to you anymore...but the love remains. I envision my grandchildren sitting under that tree and being connected to my dad. Love abides and it multiplies. <3