For the last couple of days I have been pouring through my images that I took in May, searching for the one that tugs at my heart. I keep coming back to this one, an old house that I blogged about here. There are so many questions that come to mind when I view this old, crumbling, skeleton of what was once someone’s home. I’m sure you can think of a few, too.
But today this images speaks to me of loneliness. And it’s not that I’m lonesome. I just recognize that that empty feeling comes to all of us from time to time.
This week I have had the opportunity to read Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Coast Trail, by Cheryl Strayed. In this compelling memoir, the author mentions how lonely she became while hiking that trail, even though she also enjoyed being alone on her ‘quest’. She was relatively young when she made that trek, in her mid twenties.
Then yesterday evening we saw the movie The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. It’s a fabulous movie about a group of retirees who make their home in a new place. Throughout the story you learn of how each of them has dealt with loneliness in one form or another, and also how each person copes with it.
I mention this book and movie because I think all that together, combined with this image, is telling me that loneliness is a normal part of life, at any age. And we have within us the means to cope with it…it is our own choice that determines if we stay that way.
This old house is not permanent. Bit by bit it is leaning and falling apart. It’s temporary. So is that empty, lonely time in our lives. It will pass on, especially if we make the choice to help ourselves out of the ‘rut’ and move forward.
With this photo-heart connection comes the sincere gratitude that I have for my husband, family, and friends…all those who have entered my life and made it so much more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.