Always Remember ~

Relating to those old abandoned homes comes easy these days. Meandering through memories of what used to be.
Once all so vibrant,  now just rotting away back into the Earth piece by piece.
Our personal decay is so reflected inside those walls that once held laughter, tears, births, and death. Now empty hallowed places.
Does every generation feel this way? Watching as the expansive changes of family, move through the shifts of this world leaves a sealed scar of melancholy blue.

Missing days of flannel shirts and the smell of a campfire. Marshmallows burnt to a nice crisp golden brown and laughter. I see children running through the field barefoot chasing grasshoppers, butterflies and dreams.
Remembering myself, the feeling of laying in tall grass, looking up to the blue sky and feeling the sun caressing my face with its warmth.
Simple days, simple pleasures. And yet we know deep down inside in the caverns of our souls that there were those dark days too.

The days of hardships and loss, pain and anguish. The struggle of survival, raw and straight through the heart.
Wandering through the balance of both of these moments reminds me of the fragility of life.
One defined decision, affects the next moment.
Blessing this land, blessing this old broken down abandoned building, and blessing the inhabitants that created a home here comes easy to this reflective soul.

Now,  grasping the thought that abandonment truly doesn’t exist. These life moments are ever alive in the thoughts and minds of those who love. It is alive in the memories that exist within those four walls,  under that one roof,  on that one foundation. Feet well planted in the earthen delights, eyes casting rainbows and dreams in both day and night skies. The heart beating like a ceremonial drum, pulsating through all times.

It’s my wish that your house truly never be abandoned…May it invoke peaceful thoughts of life well lived through all generations…

Tracey