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The Key to the Chest
May: On Love
May 5
Today's reflection was inspired by the poem "Music, When Soft Voices Die (To–)" by Percy Bysshe Shelley.
It can be beautiful to hear a song you only listened to with your mother long after she is gone. It can be painful to smell the perfume or deodorant of your partner after they’ve left to live their life with another. It can be surreal to touch the wooden handle of your grandfather’s hammer and be transported back in time to his woodshop.
And . . . it can be comforting to know that those loved ones you have lost, in whatever way the world has taken them from you, live on in your memories—memories hidden in a chest that only secret keys of the senses can unlock.
- Reflection title: The Key to the Chest
- Creative inspiration: Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Music, When Soft Voices Die (To--)
- Reflection Question: What slumbering love do I hold in my heart? Has anything stirred it awake recently? What do these feelings evoke in me?
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By Eastin DeVernaMay: On Love
May 5
Today's reflection was inspired by the poem "Music, When Soft Voices Die (To–)" by Percy Bysshe Shelley.
It can be beautiful to hear a song you only listened to with your mother long after she is gone. It can be painful to smell the perfume or deodorant of your partner after they’ve left to live their life with another. It can be surreal to touch the wooden handle of your grandfather’s hammer and be transported back in time to his woodshop.
And . . . it can be comforting to know that those loved ones you have lost, in whatever way the world has taken them from you, live on in your memories—memories hidden in a chest that only secret keys of the senses can unlock.
- Reflection title: The Key to the Chest
- Creative inspiration: Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Music, When Soft Voices Die (To--)
- Reflection Question: What slumbering love do I hold in my heart? Has anything stirred it awake recently? What do these feelings evoke in me?