Beyond Repair?.. Not
Over the past year: situations, illness’ and marred relationships had piled up – just like a pile-up on a motor track that fully ends a race. Finally, she pulled away from it all and placed it in the past, viewing it as a series of unfortunate happenings.
Starting over isn’t easy, especially if it involves a multitude of aspects in a persons life: social, health, work, spirit, beliefs, faith. If someone is to move on and start afresh, these things need to be restored and some, even reworked.
Everything that has been held dear, what once was believed in and trusted, gone.
Is the heart and soul beyond repair?
…Like the battered racing cars, they will either be crushed or fixed: the dents knocked out, the wheels replaced, the foundation that is the chassis, mended. Patience, hard work and loving dedication, until all that needs to be repaired, is.
I wish I’d of listened to my own counsel and not to the direction of others. But now I do listen to me. And through all the adversity I have suffered, the one thing that I forgot was there came fighting through…
…That which never left:
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Piccy prompt from ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’. Find others’ stories if you Click Here
Realms of a Garden (?)
I always dreamt of having a garden and never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever have one.
Okay, I’m 75 now, but having lived in flats all my life and not having the financial means to move, I settled on it as being one of life’s wishes: until a wonderful man entered my life.
He is wealthy, very wealthy, and when he learnt of my deepest dreams he went and made as many as he could come true.
He and I may not have many years of life left in us, but the years we do have left will be lived out as if they were a dream: and this beautiful garden where I stand now is one of those dreams.
Sometimes, though, I still feel as if there is a need to open my eyes and wake up…. (???!)
(folks, make of the ending whatever you wish! 🙂 )
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As the Bud, She’ll Grow
She needed to blossom, but first had to get out of the current predicament that was stifling her growth. Despite being scared to leave the group she decided it was the best way forward for her. Whether she returns only time will tell. For now, though, she needs to be alone with herself to reground and feel all the deep accumulated emotions which had been growing inside her; and the only way out of that darkness was to feel her way through it.
Maybe it hurts to peel away what was. Maybe the flower that emerges from being a bud goes through the same metamorphosis. Maybe it too feels its awakening as a painful process. But the blossoming always comes, it’s a course which is naturally taken; if not, the flower withers and dies.
She doesn’t know whether traversing the darkness will, in time, bring the light. But as the flower grows she hopes she will too. For now she needs to go through the change her situation calls, and like the bud, hopes her blossoming will follow through.
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