Missed Connections in Albany, NY
It Was True Then…As It Is Now
Sometimes I wonder where the windy path of life will lead….will it wander through hills and mountains, or travel through treacherous waters, or will it feel like the smooth white sand of a tropical beach beneath my feet? Some days feel like a soft, warm fleece blanket keeping me cozy and enveloped throughout the day with gentle touches across my cheek while others feel like I am walking precariously through a cactus patch, hoping to dodge the pricks and pains of the tentacles reaching out for me.
My heart swells and opens like petals of a flower reaching for the sunlight, letting warmth and bright light directly into its core, but becoming vulnerable and slightly weakened in strength against the elements surrounding it.
When the wind blows and signs of danger near, my heart shrinks and pulls it petals in close, attempting to stand firm and strong against the enemy.
In a perfect world, the sun would shine and my flower would stand proudly and beautifully, swaying slightly in the breeze on a hillside never knowing the dangers that lurk over the hills. In a perfect world, my heart could swell and open, never knowing the frigidity of cold winds, cold souls, or cold hearts.
You would always be able to see my smile, my soul, my love….
Her Two Cents on It Was True Then…
I love the line, “In a perfect world, my heart could swell and open, never knowing the frigidity of cold winds, cold souls, or cold hearts.” and while the metaphor of love and flowers isn’t a new one, our Albany poet expresses their thoughts beautifully. Upstate New York can resemble an endless February, but soon spring will come and bring hope with the blooming of the crocuses.
Gentle Readers: Elena Erda’s dream like image illustrates both the literal and figurative qualities of this message – in nature, as in all things, both light and shadow exist. What images from the natural word do you see when you read this message?