A lovely read on this afternoon. Tonight I will watch the strawberry moon rise and, like your beautiful poem, it will remind me of the many years I cannot recall but imagine some part of me was there.
"Wow, this completely took my breath away. You have such a beautiful gift with words, and this brought tears to my eyes. 😔
I know exactly what you mean about that nostalgia—it really does feel like a collective memory or something deep in our souls.
You captured that longing perfectly, especially the lines about a hurried century that has forgotten how to wait. Beautifully written, thank you for sharing it with me. 🙏
I like this idea because I remember conversations with my late wife, in which we both decided that we were really born in the wrong time. For her, it would’ve been in centuries past. But for me, it would’ve been in centuries past or centuries in the future. But I’d probably pick the past being a historian. Most important thing would’ve been that we would still have been together. But I always told her to remember that the kind of lifestyles we were thinking about would probably have meant that we would’ve had slaves. We just would’ve been among the lucky ones.
It’s so fascinating that others truly feel this in their souls. How cool for you, as a historian, to think about where you and your wife may have lived and loved in the past. Thank you for sharing this with me.
I feel this all the time!
I think that, some way, somehow in this life I'll find that place and know that magic is real.
Oooooooo I have goosebumps. I’ve never thought of that. I hope we both do!!! 🤍🤍
I've often said I'm either 200 years too late or 200 years too early.
Maybe you can get that?
I do get that. So very much. I’m definitely too late.
You can feel the flow of wanting to get to that destination…💕
🦋🤍🤍
This is a beautiful longing for a place and time before. I love it. Love, V.
Thank you so much! I always appreciate your comments.
This is lovely. Thank you. Love, Virg
A soulful lament, it just carries you along in it’s peaceful flow. Gorgeous piece of writing. More please
I appreciate you. Thank you. 🤍
A lovely read on this afternoon. Tonight I will watch the strawberry moon rise and, like your beautiful poem, it will remind me of the many years I cannot recall but imagine some part of me was there.
I got chills reading your comment!! Thank you for being here. I truly appreciate it.
"Wow, this completely took my breath away. You have such a beautiful gift with words, and this brought tears to my eyes. 😔
I know exactly what you mean about that nostalgia—it really does feel like a collective memory or something deep in our souls.
You captured that longing perfectly, especially the lines about a hurried century that has forgotten how to wait. Beautifully written, thank you for sharing it with me. 🙏
Sent with so much love ❤️
Love ♥️ ❤️ 😍 you xxx
I so appreciate you! Thank you for reading, and I’m so glad it moved you. That means a lot.
I like this idea because I remember conversations with my late wife, in which we both decided that we were really born in the wrong time. For her, it would’ve been in centuries past. But for me, it would’ve been in centuries past or centuries in the future. But I’d probably pick the past being a historian. Most important thing would’ve been that we would still have been together. But I always told her to remember that the kind of lifestyles we were thinking about would probably have meant that we would’ve had slaves. We just would’ve been among the lucky ones.
It’s so fascinating that others truly feel this in their souls. How cool for you, as a historian, to think about where you and your wife may have lived and loved in the past. Thank you for sharing this with me.