After this dear lady left EP, for her own reasons, I created another group named "I Loved Hongruilin". I used the past tense, rather than the present "love" as her presence, for all I knew, was no longer on EP. It was bit sad as by that time to many she was a footnote and only 3 joined that group.
A story of mine was the only post to it. And I shall post that again, here, in the group celebrating her "presence" and not past.
It is my secret wish that some day she comes to this site, even if to check it out. And I hope that if she does, she sees the love and sweet memories from those that held her in high esteem, once--and still do. For I think it would mean a lot, to many, if they could reconcile with her , if only for a few moments. And I believe it would do her heart good as well. Love is best when it is shared.
And I hope she remembers to "breathe"
*runs away
---Just Breathe
Life can be funny at times. Throw us for a loop. Take us and spin us around, jumble us up to the almost point of insanity, yet somehow, always put us back together as we were. And if we are lucky. we may just wind up better off than we were. Those are special times. They are the extra cup of coffee or tea time for just you;"me time", to savor and reflect on the situation.
Tolkien wrote a line for his most wisest literary creation, Gandalf the Grey which I often think of. "All who wonder are not lost". And how true. Yet some are also past the point of no return(but enough of them)
But I would add that "All that is lost may not be lost forever" . That happened to me today. One of those moments I spoke above- the one that created pause and in this case, joy, in my heart. And one I have reflected one for a while today.
One long forgotten morning in mid 2013 I came on this site only to find two friends of mine lost or distressed. One of them , the long departed BeautifulDreams42 could write verses that angels smiled upon reading. Perhaps she could not inspire like the other, then one whose group this is named for. For she inspired in a far different way. Point being, both could and did inspire-daily-and uplift the hearts and souls of many they came in contact with . They were a joy to be around. Yes, I miss Hongruilin a great deal and that shall never end.
It is comparable to Poe's love for "Annabel Lee" , a love that death itself could not usurp, uproot and end. Nay! It perhaps only made Poe's love stronger, deeper and more impassioned than before. For his love for her is timeless, eternal and unending. Poe, and I , are a bit alike in ways. OK, many ways.
But on that day I could see that it was me that it fell to to do the inspiring. And I did-or tried. And I believe I may have succeeded that day. For the hearts of both of those ladies were lightened. I like to think my words had a small role in that.
So, what is the kicker of all this? Why the dissertation on how life can be funny. Well I had thought this poem, this that I wrote with with deep love and regard that day was gone forever. It was a poem I did not save. I never felt I had to as I never thought some could be as hateful as they are are get my account down. But , that is an old story. Many of my tales were lost.
And then today-while doing a search on my PC for something else, this came up-No-I have clue where -or how. I had searched before only to no avail. Yet there is was-as remembered; and as it appreared on that distressed day. And now here it is again. Reprinted. With the thoughts of those two in my mind as I write this all over again. One I can visit by going to a blog. It is easy to be inspired by her all over again. And as for the other, the one I equate to Poe's poem, like Poe's lost love, I fear mine is as well. And like him I am left with sad laments .
Enjoy "Just Breathe"
Just Breathe at the water鈥檚 edge; Just breathe while in the field. Inhale the lavender and the lilac. Look to see their yields.
Just Breathe on your front porch swing; Just breathe in the park Enjoy the day and all its wonders; For to soon is it dark.
Just Breathe while you鈥榬e writing; Just breathe in the rain. Remember those who love you; Love them back again.
Just breathe while you鈥檙e shopping; Just breathe in your bath. When the road you鈥檙e trav鈥檒ing鈥檚 impassible Forge another path.
Just Breathe in the Sunshine; And the Moon Shine too. Just breathe my dear in all you do; Just know that you鈥檙e loved too.
Never think that you鈥檙e not worthy; Or hide your head in shame. My dear you are so much more than that. Now breathe, just breathe again.
(Originally published on Experience Project on Jul 28, 2015)
There is so much emotion in this post... Wow, it's really prominent. I don't know if it's my empathic side or if it's clear to everyone, but it's impossible to read this without clutching your heart and feeling the connection you had with your friends. I hope I have a profound connection like that on here someday, it must have been very beautiful to experience. You're an outstanding writer and your poem is so clear and powerful. But so is the text above the poem. Your entire writing technique is just filled with heart and intention. I loved reading every bit, thank you for sending this to me.
@MysticMermaid456: To be honest, I cannot read this piece, beginning to end, and not have a tear or two in my eye at the end. Just does no happen. Whet her that is the "sentimental old fool" in me or the "hopeless romantic" or both, I am not sure of. But I am very glad you found this to be of worth and value. To be able to connect with another, really connect, is the greatest gift an author can hope for. In social media circle it is seldom obtained.
I think it was the empathetic side of me that wrote this. But it was too easy. This almost wrote it self. The 2013 post that is. The two prefaces took longer! I was glad both found favor with it. EP inspired me. My friends and their writings, inspired me.
I'll love her for all time. Time unending. I do wish that wherever she is that she has a copy of this poem that was wrote her. And that she remembers to stop and breathe.
Now if the universe would just will her to me using the laws of attraction that wold be nice. (and I do try)
Honestly it was very heart wrenching to read, the emotion and soul put into the piece was evident in every word. It's pieces like this that define poetic literature, I hope you continue to practice the art and grow as a writer. I'd love to follow your work.
Some work does write itself I suppose, if you can tune in with your inner self and just let it speak without thought or caution, the soul could say so much that we don't allow it to. This piece is clearly one directly from the soul.
I really hope that your friend finds this post one day. Either by accident or on purpose, I don't think either would matter, but the Universe always provides and I hope fate leads your friend to find this post to feel the love and beauty between every line. I can't imagine anything being a better example of a connection than the love that follows even after that connection is lost. You truly are amazing Elandra77.
I can't believe anyone would want your account deleted either, very hateful indeed?!馃槙 I'm so sorry your lovely friends are no longer with you, but at least you'll always have their memories forever in your heart.馃挀 I love this poem and I know it must have been a joy when you found it.馃崁 I especially love the last paragraph, thank you for sharing.馃挮
There were some vile people eon EP. Toxic ones, Drama kings and queens who had nothing better to do with their time than to cause others grief. I got up with a few atone time-and there went my account. Unfairly-as EP Knew-(EPKimi-a dear friend, actually reinstated my account, after 4 weeks as she knew I would not. Said I needed the community and the community needed me. How sweet she was!)
I am sorry she is not still present in my life as well. She got closer to exploring the CORE-of who and what I am -than anyone ever has. And closer than anyone ever will again. So her loss on social media is hard to take.
I was ecstatic when I found it.
*tbh..That last stanza chokes ME up a bit as well*
It's so funny I came across this today, I was meandering around my own laptop and came across screen shots I had taken back in 2014 of my own EP profile to prove harassment from a woman <who resides here now..>
I too got on with EPKimi, she was a lovely soul and I was very fond of her.. she was the only person who listened to me on so many issues..
It is a bit funny-or ironic as some may say. As i said in my preface. "Life can be that way" Odd how often we are taken back to our recent past and for some reason discover something totally unrelated- but yet, just so right!
It is sweet to see you on my story and I am glad you stopped by. And thanks you for the compliment- the poem almost wrote itself. Neither would ever admit they were special-but they were-so many saw that(and embraced it)-and so it was easy to write for them and remind them to ground themselves and also to feel loved.
Kimi was very dear. She and I just clicked. She was always one to listen.
Sorry that you were harassed on EP. Such a shame. People can be so hurtful and malicious. I was speaking about an hour ago-on another post about two women that used to be close on EP-and then shit hit the fan and the nae calling and accusations started. Shame- As it emotionally damaged both.
OK-essay over.
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@Elandra77: It was a pleasure and thank you, and I must drop by more often and of course.. I read this because I love Hongruilin, she was in my circle, she was awesome and this is why I read this.
@MightyAphrodite: I am glad you did stop by then As Hon was awesome and so very loved. And very missed. Some of the sweetest people on EP could be found in her circle.
She had a gift for vocabulary much as I do. But her gift was gar greater than mine. She had the capability to have us laughing so hard one minute our sides hurt-and the next, in the same post, as she spoke a sentence or two of her childhood, we were in tears, if not awe, crying for the helpless little girl that not deserve whatever fate she was speaking of. Such was her range of emotion.
In short, (and maybe without her even knowing it) she MADE the reader CARE for her.
As a note-the Hongruilin Serenity Prayer is in this group. Also reprinted from EP.
Your comments are very much appreciated and taken to heart. I would also love to see more posts of the same nature in here-and then it would feel more like EP was-or how EP could be. Mine is a direct copy of the EP post I have.
By now you know how I feel about her. She just WAS that special. But she had her moments-(as all do) and it was for her and another I wrote this for. It became a fave of hers.
@Elandra77: in my opinion, Similar Worlds has a lot of work ahead of them to even come close to being like EP. But with posts such as yours, it feels like we are already there
I do as well. Not because I wrote i--but because she is all that many say she is. The beauty of her was that she had the capability and propensity to be something different to many. A jokester to one, a shoulder to cry on for another, a support group for yet another. And a best friend to spend a day shopping to yet another. And all the while she did it with grace, compassion and humor.
@Mondayschild She was special but she was more than that! there was something extra special to her. And i know I am not the only one that feels this way. When she spoke to one in a community post(and back then we had long threads) One felt as if at that moment we were the most important person to her. It was amazing to watch her. I could elaborate on this but I shall digress as we do not know each other that well. I had written her many poems and stories. However it was this, with it's intent, that may have inspired the most.
@BemyValentine Thank you for coming to my page and finding this. I always love it when this post gets attention again. What makes it all the more rewarding is if the one that came and read drew something from it- , as I believe you did. That makes mt writing of posts like this all worth the while.
But this was one that was written with love and adoration,for both women. Concern.
@Elandra77 YW, I do understand and feel the same way when people wander over to my posts and read my writings or see my photography. I too came from EP, and truly know that pieces of our work write themselves. As writers we do know the reward is appreciation for the reflection of life we give to others with our words, all brings and awakens us. It does become,worth it. Thanks again, love. Keep writing...it's nice to share.馃
I don鈥檛 know any of these people you talk of because I am new to SW and never knew or was on EP but I have definitely met some beautiful souls that my life has been made all the richer just to have know. Beautiful poem. 馃枻
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Ep was a great site despite the bastards that abused me there.
