
Been thinking about symbols lately, the ones we assign value to, the ones we decide hold power. Rings, necklaces, tattoos, crosses, all the talismans we let into our lives and call them representative. Somehow, those we deem most special, indispensable even, can transport us to a time and place far from where we stand. When I look at the ring I wear now, when I look at her hand and the rings on the fingers, I am there, feeling warmth against the storms that were coming. For a brief moment, I am there, and it’s hard opening my eyes and realizing it’s not true. What symbols do You hold dear?
A ring a hand held
a warmth against the cooling.
Are we still there now?
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I’ve surrounded myself with meaning by allowing my sentimental tendencies a forefront. When I look around my space, I’m reminded daily of the people I hold so dear. It could be anything, and there are special things...and with them are the invisible yet felt chords that attach to my heart. It sounds flowery, sappy even, but it’s hard to convey in words the multitudes I feel. The connection is everywhere. In every thing. The search is over. In it is the reason, the answer, to every question I ever had about why we’re here.
I have pictures I’ve taken of places I’ve traveled or jewelry as well. And I have a tattoo of me and my 2 dogs and one from your walking poetry project. ❤️