THERE'S A TIME . . .: 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