a meandering soul moseying through July 2021
A hard month thus far, so many unsettling thoughts and melancholy musings have filled my hours. Motivation is lacking. The garden withers from inattention, while unexpected volunteers have overtaken the herbs and flowers. I feel the weight of summer passing too quickly, as it always does.
I ponder the years that have passed and those now absent from my life. The sorrow exerts a crushing pressure and provides an unwanted reminder of my own mortality, as well as that of loved ones. I fear.
“When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.”– Unknown