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’s 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‘re writing; Just breathe in the rain. Remember those who love you; Love them back again.
Just breathe while you’re shopping; Just breathe in your bath. When the road you’re trav’ling’s 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’re loved too.
Never think that you’re 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)
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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.
