A broken heart
by Elouise
Days pass swiftly.
Time seems to be speeding by.
Yesterday I read another chapter from Mary Oliver’s Upstream,
and felt small and late in coming to this place.
Not by informed choice, but from neglect,
and ignorance about this world.
Held back. Stunted. Fenced in.
Living at best a half-life of external demands, distractions,
and danger looming around every corner.
Unsafe. Captive to other’s ideas, attitudes and power.
Now near the end, it seems
I lived a half-life that wasn’t entirely mine.
On quiet days I long for another opportunity to live
and taste life on my terms, from the inside out,
not as a timid onlooker into the lives of others.
Am I ungrateful?
Or just sad….even brokenhearted.
Perhaps a broken heart is a beginning, not the end.
That, and playing the piano as though
for the very first time.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 4 February 2019
Photo of path in Ireland found on pinterest.com
Telling the Truth 
It does look to be a beginning, one of understanding, expanding, being.
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Thank you, Helene! Alas, your comment landed in my spam folder, and I just saw it. Blessings.
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Thank you Elouise for getting me out of the spam folder😁. Have a good week.
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Sometimes when I experience something totally new I begin to wonder why it is so special for me and what would be different in my life if the experience would have occurred earlier. The example that stands out the most was my first trip to Eichstadtt Germany and then over to Prague. It was a very strange feeling almost like being “home”
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Yes! What a wonderful way of saying it. Life really is a mystery, moving us closer to home with every discovery.
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Why do you suppose we can feel at home or “being there before” while reality tells us it a new thing!
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