a valley , far from the sea whose scent, nonetheless, is still recognizable like a whiff of salty air.
Imagine steep hills covered with thick chestnuts and acacias woods.
Imagine the perfumes , the flavours of the leaves , the musky , hearthy smell of moist soil and mushrooms.
Imagine a steep widing road , its tar ruined by too many harsh winters but brightened up by sudden patches of sunlight breaking through the foliage.
Imagine a tiny perched village beset by the trees , protected by its church , its small houses nested together to protect themselves from cold and bracing winds.
Imagine a small home , a wee garden , a spectacular view of the valley and imagine to spend there more than 30 happy summers , holidays , Christmas vacations.
Imagine that same house , no longer home , so unchanged and yet so different , its stone walls imbued of memories , of laughter , of joy.
They were your joys but now they aren't any more.
No, I have done a big mistake going there today.
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Rosanna, I feel sorry for you. It`s a beautiful place!
Take good care of the old memories.
Mona
What a beautiful place and lovely village.
Yes, It is very hard to go back and see something you loved and have so many memories with. Especially when it is no longer a part of your life. It really tugs hard on your heart to go back to these places.
No matter who it belongs to now...That lovely place and those memories, will always be a part of you. A beautiful part of your heart. A That makes it yours forever. :-) Catherine XXX
I´m sorry to hear you are sad. But this place will always be yours in your memory. Sometimes we miss some parts of our past but we did go on and we are not the same as we were then. Some day you will be able to think of that place in a positive way again! Hugs, Sandra
Cherish your memories. This happens often. I guess that is where the saying was started - You can't go back home. Not long ago, I revisited a place I use to live, and was sad to see what it looks like now.
Hope you have enjoyed your weekend.
Sounds perfect Rosanna....it will always be yours as long as it is in your heart.....!
Linda x
I'm so sad for you... at least you have the sweet memories. This post was so beautifully written, Rosanna. I felt for a moment that I was there too.
Hugs,
Jill
Ciao Rosanna,non so perchè hai avuto questo triste pensiero, ma posso dirti col cuore che niente al mondo potrà mai cancellare i nostri ricordi,essi vivono dentro di noi,nella nostra mente,nel nostro cuore,sono una parte "viva" di noi, e finchè li terremo cari non moriranno mai, ci accompagneranno per l'eternità e oltre ancora. Non servono immagini,no,basta solo chiudere gli occhi e lasciarsi trasportare dalle ali del cuore.
Chiamala pure illusione, o follia se vuoi,ma lasciati andare senza dolore ne rimpianti,anzi sorridi!
Sorridi,
sorridi sempre,solo così ciò che hai vissuto ed amato continuerà ad esistere.
Un bacio
MelyG
Che strano: c'è un posto molto simile a questo anche nel mio cuore...
Paese arroccato (in Piemonte), trent'anni di ricordi di vacanze estive...
Non ci sono mai più tornata, per evitare di essere travolta da uno tsunami devastante...
Tu mi confermi che faccio bene.
Tuttavia, è un passo che dovrò compiere anche io, prima o poi, perciò mi preparo...
Ti abbraccio con affetto,
Flora
Memories never changed and will be always Only for you. Do not feel sad, the good thing is that you have a lot (30 years!!!) of wonderful memories, just foe this it worth it.
And from now it is time to write more happy memories in your heart in other places.
But I understand you.
Un beso grande
Rosanna, your words so nostalgic and poetic. It is difficult to part with what has been. Life finds a way to compensate. It is good that everything is still there ready for your visits.
te comprendo perfectamente, me ha pasado lo mismo más de una vez ...es mejor conservar los recuerdos en nuestra mente y dejar las cosas así...retomar el pasado no es posible
Ah, Rosanna, I am sorry you went back to look and found the place you were looking for gone! What is it about memories that can't be reproduced.... that are better left as they were.... bright, sun filled, joyous, innocent.....
Our family summer home is no longer in our family.... the old cabin has been torn down.... When we go to the Cape it is to a different place. But WE are different too... it just doesn't stand still!
I hope you find a new place that will be tomorrow's treasure.... and that you find your happy memories to be enough once more...
We can never go back.... no matter how much we wish it!
It's the hardest thing to lose something so wonderful, I understand how you feel. I feel this way when I look at my father's paintings, and they are everywhere. I lost him two years ago and I can see not just his talents but the places he loved, and know that I can never go back to those places we all shared as a family because he won't be there. They will never be the same. But the happiest parts of the memories seem to have more power as time passes-I'm amazed that this is so. I think it will be the same for you...
Rosanna, I love this post and in a way, I feel your loss. But I am convinced if you love it enough, it can be yours again.
I look at your picture and I know it is a place I can call home too. Your picture also brought back memories of a particular morning in July last year when we were both looking out of FaiZ's parents' home , staring at the spectacular valley view and little faraway hills and we asked ourselves if we could live there? :). I think we both decided it would be tough to uproot without our loved ones. The place is beautiful but its our family that makes it special.
Perhaps your nostalgia is for something more than just a place. And I think Amy's comments have struck a chord with me because of that. Your post is a timely reminder for me that we must make time to treasure and cherish what we have now with friends and family who are still with us.
loads of love coming your way from here and a tight tight hug :).
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