Forever Part of Us

Exploring different ways of writing, capturing moments in time.

Do I owe, you, my reader, and explanation of what I have written. Or do I allow you to make your own meaning. I choose the latter.

Forever Part of Us

She knelt onto the dry, grey earth and reached into the slender stalks of wheat. She caressed the dry, brittle stalk, reached its head, the full roughness of the grain protected by thin husks. Gently she reached her touch to the tips of the thin strands of its beard waving, sighing into the hot air that bruised her breath.

Her glance upwards, across the waves of gold, held her, mesmerized. Paused in time and space. That spaciousness that would soon lose its heads of life-giving grain, to become mere stalks, food for the sheep in the next-door paddock.

Upwards, her glance, into the haze of white above the waving golden heads. Sweeping left, right, the curve of the horizon a container of the promise of a good harvest. But that was not what she saw today. Today she saw the richer blue, as her eyes lifted above the horizon and she knew there, in that richness, her father’s spirit – at one with his handiwork, blended into the earth that held his footprint, that grew his last harvest.

Her soul ached as it reached upwards, ever upwards, like the stalks of grain, straining into the energy that the sun emblazoned into the caked, dry earth. The same earth that held him, forever, now, becoming part of the star dust, beneath its crust.

It was too hard, being in this place. She knew she must leave it all behind when it became hers. That place where his soul lived and breathed. Where life is sown into the soil, reaped, and sown again.

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In an earlier post, I shared a photo of stalks of grain from the last crop. These are long gone now, due to a carefree pet’s playfulness.

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