Prose from this series
Category: Memoirs of the Heart
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves that have freshly fallen, under the browned, softer ones and under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, lies my soul. Chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish …
Connection
Connection It’s an alchemy. It happens without intent. And quite frankly, It can’t leave through intent either. What is it in us that reaches out and wraps around the soul of another? I’m not sure. But what I do know …
The Four Chambers of The Heart Part 2.
I’ve found that most people hang on tight to their third serious relationship. The first can be wrong for so many understandable reasons. Too young, thought you should, everyone else was. The second fails and you start to wonder if …
After all this time
I don’t need to be with you to love you. It just complicated things, that wash of everyday life. For some it is the place that adds richness But for us it wasn’t. We never really rubbed well in that …
The Four Chambers of The Heart ~ Part 1.
I fell from a hole in my heart And you caught me. A wounded woman, perhaps even broken. You were right where I needed you to be, Under the sky as I came plummeting down. You pulled me so …
The Four Chambers of the Heart – Part 3.
But getting back to you. I sometimes think you deserved a simpler, happier soul than me. People who have broken so many of their hearts Have such a different kind of love to give. It is often more compassionate I’ll …
Thoughts on a quote by David Foster Wallace
Hmmm…. This quote has so much appeal. I wondered about that, why it rang so true for me and many others. Personally I think it speaks to the dilemma that in highly emotional situations you never …
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves that have freshly fallen, under the browned, softer ones and under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, lies my soul. Chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish …
Freedom’s paradox
Freedom is baffled, perhaps even tortured by love. Its romantic heart once awoken is forever caught and forever yearning. It either falls for temptation, gives up its nature and stays; Or denies the hold of love and its heart, and flies …
The heart wants what it wants
It doesn’t matter how wise your decisions are. The heart wants what it wants. It wants in ways we can spend a lifetime trying to work out. It’s a beast with a gentle heart and a flower with razor …
You
It’s true, I covet the silence between us. It’s the brine that keeps my memories whole. I have lived a thousand lives this way, All of them with you. © Elsa Holland
Life
“Every journey should start with us pushing from the shore unfettered by what covers our souls.” © E Holland