Homes lonely? Let’s count the waves of people that crossed the threshold to sit in sofas in front of a fireplace and a hearth’s of welcome that brought cheers to the lost tears that dripped down to the breast. Many miles traveled away from a home taken from youthful dreams left by the wayside best left to.wander around in a daze. Let me count the ways best buried beneath the season a treasure Hope chest of cedar wax wings feathers last flight.
Don't picture the house empty dear Fotini, surely it was never empty in your memories?
Hold tight to the joys and the busyness, the laughter and the scents, stand in your pool of warm sunlight and let those moments seep in through the soles of your feet to your heart... 💛
This was filled with all the beautiful emotion I have remembered often from my own parents demise - I send you love and courage xx
This is so well written. Such craft. Lots to savour. You have such a skill with imagery, creating tiny vignettes. Love reaching through the past to warm the remaining heart. So good. Beautiful Fotini. More prose.
Thank you Mike 💛 It took me many years to understand that I process best the world around me and my reactions to it through my senses. I thought I was a “head” type, but my body has much more to tell :)
Beautiful glimpse of your family memories Fotini, felt like I was leafing through a cherished family album as I read your words. A full on sensory journey 🙌🏻💖
So beautiful, Fotini. Thank you for sharing this memory and these insights into how you experience the world. Your expression of Autumn as both a reprieve and a source of nostalgia is poignant. Thank you. 🙏🏽🙌🫶🏼
This is beautiful, Fotini. The descriptions and the deeper sentiments. It’s moving.
Also, there is a word a heard a little while ago, ‘kenospia’ which essentially means, the forlorn feeling you get when you enter a place that used to be busy with excitement or joy but is now quiet, empty, and possibly deserted. Like a dance floor the morning after a concert etc.
It’s an interesting word, and your piece reminded me of it. :)
I am about to be immersed in “kenopsia” as I am travelling back home in a few days. I have been home alone many times before, but the prospect of sleeping there now unsettles me a bit… a lot :)
So lovely. The first thing to grab me was "Everything glows with potential as if the surface of things would crack open any moment now, spilling out the magic we forget is underneath autumn." And the last line 💛.
I really like this. You have a great way of gathering the words to exude images and emotions. Thanks.
I thank you, Peter, with all my heart. I cherish your words.
Homes lonely? Let’s count the waves of people that crossed the threshold to sit in sofas in front of a fireplace and a hearth’s of welcome that brought cheers to the lost tears that dripped down to the breast. Many miles traveled away from a home taken from youthful dreams left by the wayside best left to.wander around in a daze. Let me count the ways best buried beneath the season a treasure Hope chest of cedar wax wings feathers last flight.
Something’s are best stored.
Thank you for this, Richard 🙏 🖤
This time of change, of memories. The images and feelings live loud, have such meaning as they are brought to life in this moving piece, Fotini.
Thank you, Síodhna 🙏
So heartfelt - you are finding memory and creating something pure and honest.
Thank you, David, so very much!!!
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(of course homes feel lonely. they feel a great deal of things.
I had no idea why I picked a book about Vermeer to re-read today. Now I know)
So far away, yet… 🖤
Don't picture the house empty dear Fotini, surely it was never empty in your memories?
Hold tight to the joys and the busyness, the laughter and the scents, stand in your pool of warm sunlight and let those moments seep in through the soles of your feet to your heart... 💛
This was filled with all the beautiful emotion I have remembered often from my own parents demise - I send you love and courage xx
Oh, dear Susie, I can’t thank you enough for your kind words and your love 💛 💛
This is so well written. Such craft. Lots to savour. You have such a skill with imagery, creating tiny vignettes. Love reaching through the past to warm the remaining heart. So good. Beautiful Fotini. More prose.
Compliment taken, head bowed :) Thank you so much, Jonathan!!!
Poignant and exquisite in its sensory detail.
Thank you Mike 💛 It took me many years to understand that I process best the world around me and my reactions to it through my senses. I thought I was a “head” type, but my body has much more to tell :)
Love & hugs to you Fotini, precious moments you still hold and preserve in your writing, thank you for sharing with out.
Thank you, Treasa 🙏 Your love and hugs are most welcome, most needed :)
Beautiful glimpse of your family memories Fotini, felt like I was leafing through a cherished family album as I read your words. A full on sensory journey 🙌🏻💖
Thank you, Darienne, for reading and restacking, for being here 🙏
this 💜
For this 💜 I thank you, my friend!
Always a pleasure! :-)
Oh, this is beautiful. So evocative of Vermeer and the light in his paintings.
Thank you, LeeAnn!!!
Your memories are there, indelible as your words can make them, shining as the sunlight you stand in.
Your words are a balm for my soul. Thank you, Paul! 🙏
So beautiful, Fotini. Thank you for sharing this memory and these insights into how you experience the world. Your expression of Autumn as both a reprieve and a source of nostalgia is poignant. Thank you. 🙏🏽🙌🫶🏼
Thank you, Angela 🙏 💛
This is beautiful, Fotini. The descriptions and the deeper sentiments. It’s moving.
Also, there is a word a heard a little while ago, ‘kenospia’ which essentially means, the forlorn feeling you get when you enter a place that used to be busy with excitement or joy but is now quiet, empty, and possibly deserted. Like a dance floor the morning after a concert etc.
It’s an interesting word, and your piece reminded me of it. :)
Thank you, Michael!
I am about to be immersed in “kenopsia” as I am travelling back home in a few days. I have been home alone many times before, but the prospect of sleeping there now unsettles me a bit… a lot :)
Best of luck, Fotini!
So lovely. The first thing to grab me was "Everything glows with potential as if the surface of things would crack open any moment now, spilling out the magic we forget is underneath autumn." And the last line 💛.
Thanks Margaret! 🙏