What a sweet little thing

I was going through my old writings and some of it scared me. I don’t know who that person is but I am very afraid for her.  I weep for her.

But I did find a very sweet thing – I shall type it out because I don’t think it will scan very well.  Have no idea when I wrote it – teens, 20’s? – or why I wrote it.

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“It seemed as if I had come home; home to a place I’d never been before. The very air embraced me, the wind kissed me on both cheeks, the street lamps smiled and bade me welcome back.

As I walked the streets alone, shadows that seemed old friends nodded shy hellos, as if they couldn’t quite remember the name but the face brought back kind memories. . And the swirling mists danced all around me, eager to hear the tales of where I’d been, like children begging treats.

Shop bells called out their invitations; they had waited so long for me, had so much to show me, and delight me. Little precious things they just knew I would like. It was so kind of them. Tomorrow I shall come and see the treasures, this night is given to memories”

(Oh the mad compulsion to edit but I resisted. I did break up the paragraphs but left everything else the same.)

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Perception Disconnect

         the windows are closed tight
         and the sky is grey and dreary
         and it is chilly inside
         and I am wearing a sweater
         my mind registers ‘Winter’
                  in July.
Perception Disconnection.

(© Grace St. Clair July 2015) 
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What is it about

watching a loved one sleep that makes your heart just about burst with emotion?

I know you folks with children crept into your child’s room in the middle of the night to gaze at their sleeping face. And you were filled with such overwhelming emotion it near brought you to tears. Or it actually did.

Perhaps you have awoken in the middle of the night and turned to look at your partner, resting there beside you, and reached out to softly touch their face, and there was that heart-filled feeling.

And then there are our pets…something about watching them sleep, all soft and quiet and peaceful.

Maybe that’s it – in sleep those we love are at peace. They are safe and under your protection. And you want to want to keep them that way – safe, peaceful, and loved.

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