Well Bloganuary, here it is. The tricksy prompt that I don’t quite know how to answer. Being loved is like Harry Potter’s Cloak of invisibility. Although the cloak is invisible it is a collage of different loves. Some old, some new. Some brief, some long. Some transient or fleeting. Some surprising and some unknown. We go through life with the cloak as a constant and when we die the cloak remains behind. At that point, particles of the cloak settle on other people and become grief, before transitioning back to love and finding a proper place within the cloaks of all who loved us. Cloaks are perpetual and like DNA we carry tiny fragments of our ancestors loves within our own cloaks.
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
Wherever we are and whoever we are the cloak is always with us. Sometimes we wrap the cloak tightly around ourselves on other occasions it flows loosely from our shoulders. Now Bloganuary, how to illustrate that whimsical notion.
I tiled images of friends and family and then superimposed that image over an actual cloak hanging on a Hare coat hook. I think the Hare is the closest thing I have to a spirit animal.
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I felt loved by a small group of close friends who surprised me, by doing a complete makeover of my little house when I was on an extended trip, asking my daughters if I would be okay with it and exactly what I had always wanted done, but couldn’t afford or do myself. they said that I always helped others but never asked for help from others and this was their gift to me. when I returned, i was overwhelmed with joy and love, and as each of them told me their part in it, I cried.
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How lovely x
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