Musings at Midnight

Shout out to Demi @StarfireCodes @Tesstamona @Solarah @CharlottePendragon and @StoneBryson

As a beginning writer on Substack, I had wondered what it would be like… would anyone out there be interested in my musings, my bits of poetry, my writings? Would anyone take the time to read? Oh certainly, I had been writing before, short poems for friends, colleagues, to be given to their loved ones, but that was on demand. Knowing the person I was writing for, I could sit down, and the words would flow from my pen. But this, this is different. 

There are many ideas and lines knocking on the door of my mind, while some others are already stored in the vast recesses of the mind where every memory, sentiment, tear and thought is stored. 

Where pearl necklaces made of tears are waiting in boxes, sometimes opened again when a memory floats into the here and now. Others are still open, mingling with the feelings of today. Still, those are treasured boxes, for every necklace has a clasp made in the shape of a heart. The pearl tears hold memories of loved ones, cherished and never forgotten. 

And sure enough, the bad and the sad memories are stored there as well, all in the swamp of the mind. You would think they had been buried long ago, but like gas bubbling to the surface, they stick up their ugly head every now and again when you are at a low. 

There is a beautiful song by the wonderful Catalan singer Joan Manuel Serrat  ‘Aquellas Pequeñas Cosas’ Those Little Things’, describing it all perfectly. 

There is no such thing as completely forgetting, it’s all still there, and a sound, a song or a smell could bring it back to the surface. Making your peace with the sad and bad memories, laying them to rest, will remove the hold they have on you and allow you to move forward. And isn't that what we all want? 

So, if you are still interested in my musings, perhaps now is the time for me to start working on a new box.