Lazy Sunday afternoon, no more football, cold outside….almost February first….time to move on. Away with the snowflakes on the window and the snowmen around the room. Time to pull away the furniture, wash the floor, vacuum the ceiling fan and the multitude of other tasks it takes to clean a room from top to bottom and then bring out the hearts and red things.
With Jason Mraz on Pandora, my husband tying his fishing flies in the other room, I set about my work. This room cleaning involves dusting. Dusting involves carefully picking up and replacing objects and photos dear to the heart. It's like lighting the fuse on a firecracker – there's no turning back. The memories begin flowing, and so do the tears. Remembering that which is dead and gone takes over, and coupled with the music drifting in from the other room, scrambles my heart and messes with my feelings.
I finish downstairs and move upstairs. I walk into my daughters' room and the first thing I see is the picture below. I didn't need many words.
And so, as another day goes by, maybe I should just leave my house dusty, and…I have written.
Photo: Artwork by Ashley Bartosik
Words by me.
Such beautiful sayings I love to read this blog. and also the drawing very well done.
That’s an emotional post – pictures are there precisely *because* they can move us and take us off on mental journeys. It’s a good thing, even if sometimes it might not feel like it, right?
Cheers,
Gordon
It IS a good thing Gordon – helps us move forward! Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment!
You cant give up on the things you love, not ever….
Charlotte ~ Private Practice
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Linda Bartosik
Childrens Author, Blogger, Young Authors Workshops for Children
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