Post Script

As much as I like to write this blog, after five years I think it’s time to take a break.  Long or short, I want to step back and maybe read again some of my previous posts.  I don’t know what else to write about, although I really would like to work on some more fables.

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Feel free to read any of these posts.  At the right, there is a list of years, click on, then months, click on, then see each post from that month.  Also on the right, under the years, is “Posts ABC List”  another way to look up a title you might be interested in.  Although I didn’t make it easy for you from there - you can’t click on the title from the ABC list.  I couldn’t figure out how to set that up!  I’ve tried to keep it all simple here, but you can at least see what month/year a specific title is listed under.

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I hope you’ve enjoyed this blog.  It’s staying up for a few more years.  It’s been a pleasure preparing this, writing, typing it up, searching for meaningful pictures to go with each post.

 

Blessings to all.  Thank you. 🙏❤️        Theresa M

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Home and Heartache

What is it that I feel whenever I look at abandoned places?  The old houses especially have a solemn effect on me.

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Looking through cracked windows, roofs caving in, broken boards, all hold stories of lives once lived there.  I didn’t know those people.  I didn't live there.

But my spirit did.  There is some kind of connection, a kind of understanding that life was once vibrant there.  Whispers can even transport through their photographs.  Hear them, along with the laughter of children, the birds singing, the tears weeping over losses.

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Losses are universal.  We yearn for the past, what was, what shall never be again, no matter how much we cry.  Old abandoned houses seem to be stuck there, as time passes, slowly deteriorating the framework, dropping bits and pieces of memories.  Is anyone left to remember?

There is a word - Hiraeth - (Welsh) meaning homesickness for a home you cannot return to, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

Discover your hiraeth, acknowledge the lonesomeness, the loss.  I believe it is a process everyone goes through, at various life stages.  And at some point, you will be able to let go, move on, new home, new life, renewed hope.  Occasionally you’ll get a glimpse of the broken places, and feel a pang.  It’s okay.  Grief will always be a part of you.  It’s a reminder that you do live and you do love.  May your home always keep you safe, creating new memories lasting lifetimes.     Theresa M

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A wonderful pictorial of abandoned places can be found at 

    https://www.abandonedamerica.us/ 

    created by Matthew Christopher

   he is also on Mastodon  @AbandonedAmerica@mastodon.social