My Dear John Letter Part 5 – Hey! You’ve got to hide your love away


     How is it we learn to carry on with parts of our soul missing?  Facing the everyday with a silent resolve to have once again what is lost?  We soldier on, as we must, hiding the phantom pains in our hearts with a smile.  

     I’ve often been asked, “How do you manage it, after so many years?” Truth is, I don’t really know, I only know that I must.  I seek my solace in those things I love that aren’t yet denied me.  It can become wearisome, a heavy cross to bear.  Staunching the flow of blood from the heart I wear on my sleeve sometimes requires more strength than I feel I may ever have.

      I can’t say I believe any other remedies calm the tempest that rages just under the surface quite like the melodious tones of The Fab Four, or stepping into a book and another reality.  The guys draw out my exhaustion, and refill me with purpose, and serenity.  They somehow touch upon my thoughts at the moment, and open another perspective, completely new.  This often surprises me, since I’ve devoted my whole life to my Beatle Mania.  It’s a wonderful thing to be able to still be empowered by their lyrics and sounds.

      When I read, I fall completely into the world the author has created.  I’m emotionally invested in the lives of the characters.  This is a welcome escape from the abyss that my mind can become if my heart is overfull with longing.  Right now, Mr. Dickens has been giving me a few lessons on life, love, and the pursuit of happiness and peace.  I’m tearing my way through his complete works, in research of my project.  It’s an interesting journey, one that I’m enjoying every step of the way.

     Also, as I’ve mentioned previously, I’ve been taken under the kindly wings of the generous folks at Daverana Enterprises, as an editor.  When I’m not strolling down country lanes in the English countryside with Charles, I’m fighting alongside the heroes of a very talented authoress’ desert town against hordes of Hell’s own children.  I kind of feel like a kid at Christmas, getting to read great stories as the author pens them!  

     Finally, I find shelter from the storm in the comfort of my family in friends.  Those who have held me when the siege had broken me, those who’ve helped me rebuild when the walls came crumbling down.  Through their kindnesses, I am reminded of the beauty of life, and the clouds roll back, letting my light shine once again.  Someday, I am certain, this will be finished, and my world set right again.  Until then, I’ll Follow The Sun, because I’ve got to admit, it’s getting better all the time.

Have a groovy day!






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