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How Quiet the Night Previous Story
The every-day sound of children echoes long after they have gone.
Our daughter leaves home. We are left tending the empty nest. We grieve her absence. To soothe our loss, we grasp desperately and struggle to recreate pictures, recall favored phrases, remember long-persisting habits, and listen for voices. We yearn for a little conversation. We reach for an embrace—only to find her...not there. In these times of quiet reflection, when the nights are still—this is when we find ourselves most empty. Distractions cease. We have worked hard to create relationships, yet now find unrelieved loneliness our companion.
With loss comes invasive sadness: whether we’ve lost a loved one or merely a favorite ring, or our grip—we struggle to cope. Coming to terms with what once was, and is no more, may require only a moment’s effort or consume a lifetime. Loss is one of life’s keynotes. It comes in countless forms, marking the time of our passage. We become used to its presence, like rain, which in the long run is often good, but seldom what we planned for today. Loss: wishful longings, forged in the details of memory, and an aching that is rooted deep in our subconscious and refuses to be released. We try in vain to repeat, replace, renew. It’s said that in every ending there is also a beginning. Yet the feelings of loneliness persist.
To feel isolated invites reflection. This solitary contemplation happens often in the disturbing quiet of the night.
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With loss comes invasive sadness: whether we’ve lost a loved one or merely a favorite ring, or our grip—we struggle to cope. Coming to terms with what once was, and is no more, may require only a moment’s effort or consume a lifetime. Loss is one of life’s keynotes. It comes in countless forms, marking the time of our passage. We become used to its presence, like rain, which in the long run is often good, but seldom what we planned for today. Loss: wishful longings, forged in the details of memory, and an aching that is rooted deep in our subconscious and refuses to be released. We try in vain to repeat, replace, renew. It’s said that in every ending there is also a beginning. Yet the feelings of loneliness persist.
To feel isolated invites reflection. This solitary contemplation happens often in the disturbing quiet of the night.
You may also want to visit our other websites:
The Journey - The Ride of a Lifetime
Uncommon Promise Video Channel
under the tuscan thumb blog
UP Side Lowdown blog by Cheryl
New Music - Virtual CD
In Touch In Tuscany
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