Saturday, August 10, 2019

Love Flows Deep

Photography by Edouard Boubat

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 68
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“Every seashell is a broken star scattered in the sand.  A tiny wisp of the ocean lies trapped in it throbbing, for a lost wish.”    ~Author unknown

My grandmother had a huge conch seashell that she used as a door stop.  Her home was an old small house that was probably un-level making doors not stay ajar, but I loved it there.  My most fond childhood memories were there with my grandparents.  For years in my adulthood I would go to that place in my dreams.   A simple old house that held an ocean of lovely memories, much like that seashell that my grandmother had convinced me held the sounds of the sea deep inside for me to hear.

Love finds us
and holds us close
Tight yet gentle
Like a mother’s arms
We learn to hold on
And then we carry it with us
Through storm’s journey
And sunny shores
No matter how far off we drift
it remains close enough to hear
It is a majestic ocean
Within our veins
And we can never be lost
If we learn to truly listen 
To our heart

23 comments:

  1. "No matter how far off we drift
    it remains close enough to hear"

    Amen to that.

    "And we can never be lost"

    That is an encouraging thought!

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    1. Thank you Sandi for stopping by. I hope you have a great weekend. :-)

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  2. Those sounds of the ocean sound just like a heartbeat. How beautiful.

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    1. Your comment is poetic Lori. Thank you! So glad you joined us at the Sunday Muse.

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  3. Such a beautiful memory for you. Thanks for sharing!

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  4. You need to stitch a sampler with this on it. ;-)

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    1. Awwww thank you so much Shay. If only I could stitch....LOL

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  5. This is gorgeous...from the quote to the poem the warmth fills the words.

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  6. Items like this do trigger treasured memories, often, not alogether surprisingly about ones' grandparents. They after all were an endless supply of stories and interestand love. :)

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  7. Seashell heart, love that description. I wish I had more loving memories to hold on to. My childhood was dark, but thankfully I have done my best to create good memories for my girls.

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    1. I feel sad that your childhood was so dark Susie, but I am glad you have created good ones for your girls.

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  8. Oh, and we DO drift... but to have such an anchor within us. Beautiful.

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  9. This is exactly how i feel about my grandma, and the small house that sheltered me as a child. Beautiful, Carrie.

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  11. I'm smiling because the poem I wrote for this prompt (will post it one of these days) was also about memories and sweet things. There is something about the boys expression that takes the muse to a good place, a spot where we'll always be safe...

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    1. Great minds think alike LOL. I look forward to reading it Magaly. Hope you have a great weekend.

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