A Million Diamonds
As I pushed her through the unfurnished house, she recounted countless stories of the days gone by. She was a strong woman, but not in a physical sense; yet she seemed to be gathering strength the further I led her into that place. I thought she was going to step right out of that wheelchair.
She would say, "Oh, stop right here. Move me back just a bit."
My favourite story was the one of her and her sister playing with an egg-shaped piece of crystal of their Mother's. They would hold it up to the light that was spilling into the sitting room through the big bay windows. Making the reflected light's patterns dance on the walls. And they dropped it! She said there was a moment in time that seemed to last forever, where they both looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Expecting the heavy piece to shatter into a "million tiny little diamonds" when it landed. It remained in tact.
She pointed to the very spot where the crystal had struck the oak floor. A well-worn mark still remained...the edges had softened with time and traffic. But, you could still see the impression that that moment in time had created.
I'll keep your memory vague
Now I'm thinking back
To what I said before
I hope your heart won't have to hurt anymore
Cause it's really not that sad from here
Because the moments I can feel you near
They keep you close to me my dear
And if they ever become too clear...
~Finger 11
Models: Erin and Tyler
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The X-ray tech said, "I'm sorry sir, but we're going to have to try that again."
"What's the matter? This will be the third time," he said.
"Nothing's showing up...you appear to be completely empty inside."
Yes, very lovely. His photos are almost like paintings and his words like pictures. Great way to work through writers block. Hang in.
ReplyDeleteYou're so wise. Thank you!
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