Love lasts long.
I held that in my heart as I walked amongst the graves of the abandoned cemetery. Even if those that had commissioned these tokens of farewell had also passed many years since, their thoughts remain behind, declaring their “eternal regrets” over the loss of their loved ones.
It is a form of regret that expands reaching forward, never fading away.
It is something I will take away from that hour of being so humbled.
Love lasts long.
How important then, to give it now and freely.
Dear Heather
These are two powerful posts. There is a beauty and reverence found in abandoned graveyards. The marvelous selection of headstones will soon be history. I was particularly moved by the crucifix, which has the Star of David too.
Thank you for this beauty.
There is something about the atmosphere in old cemeteries. All the stories wrapped up in those places of quiet stillness. That first photo grabbed my attention and stirred feelings. I love your words…
Deborah from Melbourne
That first photo with the yellow moss……….REGRETS!!!!!
All so beautiful…….noticed one fellow went on my wedding anniversary.
So, so beautiful………….REALLY.I adore these photos……..and your words.
XXX
Very poignant Heather. I would be so emotional wandering through these ancient resting places.
xoxo
Karena
The Arts by Karena
Oh yes, thinking of you this week Heather and remembering the lovely surprise you gave me last year on Thanksgiving morning. Like you, (or at least I am assuming) I will be with my beloved. But others I love dearly will be celebrating elsewhere — Rabat and Connecticut to be exact.
You've really captured the feeling of that cemetery and the importance of not holding back our love.
A lovely reminder, especially as we enter the holidays — a season of family, love, and (sometimes) stress (!). Thanks, Heather, and a happy Thanksgiving to you, Remi and les pups, however you might celebrate. xxx
Love lasts long. How beautiful, Heather. I feel like I am wandering through this abandoned graveyard, too. Your photos are wonderful. And I think your footsteps here honored those who are long gone now. XOXO
I seem to be at a loss for words today. Eternal regrets sounds so very sad.
Maybe Mother Nature has wrapped all these kind souls up in the love and warmth of her leaves and vines so they won't feel forgotten?
I hope that I shall have eternal regrets since that implies that I am still around to have them.