It’s been a while. In fact, it’s been two years since I have posted anything here. But after a lot of life changes, including moving to northern Maine from the midcoast, I am finally back. Hopefully this will become a more constant thing. I’m going to start this anew by telling you about a house. I pass by this older, abandoned house just about every day. In many ways the heart is similar to that house. I haven’t seen the inside of this house but imagine the emptiness within is like the heartache of grieving a loss.
Special people pass through our lives, some staying for a lifetime or just for a season, leaving an impact on our hearts forever and an emptiness within the walls of our hearts when they are gone, leaving a hole never to be filled by another.
It would be wonderful if this old house could once again have its rooms filed and restored to what it once was. It’s so sad that it basically has been left to just fall apart. I think about that every time I see it but even if it never happens, I love it the way it is. I think of it as “MY” house.
The side of the house has green foliage that almost seem to envelope it in a big hug. Grief can overwhelm but a hug or just a word can make a big difference.
This has been a rambling return to blogging, I know. I apologize for that but it’s a start. I welcome your thoughts and comments!