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The Thin Veil

It was early June and the heat outside would take your breath away.  It was humid, and the heat index was off the charts.  I retreated inside to do a bit of writing and to cool off.  My writing room is the room my mother lived in before she crossed over and often, I can smell her favorite perfume, White Diamonds.  It was powerful as if she was in the room beside me.  I closed my eyes and inhaled the fragrance and felt that if I reached out, I could touch her.  I half expected her to speak to me in her soft southern voice.  I held my breath in pause, but the moment passed.

I have always felt that our loved ones are always with us separated from us by just a thin veil.  At times I feel they can part that curtain for a moment and let us know they are still with you, still loving you and guiding you along your path. 

In my darkest hours, I can feel them all, those loved ones that crossed over to prepare a place for us.  They seem to give strength, comfort and possibly a nudge to encourage us.

Perhaps we are the closest to them in our dreams when the veil parts and we, for a while, travel in the spirit world.  When I write about them it is like they are looking over my shoulder telling me parts of the story that I was too young to remember.  It feels like they want their stories told and to be remembered not forgotten.

Point Of View

Much in life has been forgotten as we have leaned more toward technology.  We seem to be less spiritual and we have forgotten the folklore of our grandparents and the ones that came before them.  Growing up on a farm my grandmother would always sit us down and tell us about the animals, plants and the spirituality of places.

My Daddy could tell you about the land and what the weather would be based on the way the forest looked and how things were growing.  He was in tune with when the birds came and when they left.  We seem to have forgotten the things they left behind for us so we could understand the world we lived in.

Like a family portrait in Sepia, one by one the space they stand turns blank as each one in the picture leaves us until I hold in my hand a portrait with only one image, my own.  Yet, if you look closely the images of my family becomes more vivid.


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Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

8 COMMENTS

  1. Larry, so much is lost when our elders pass away. As great as all the technology we have today is it can never replace the cherished memories we have of those who have passed away. The aroma of dinner cooking, pipes, smiles, words, etc. must forever be stored in our memories to be kept alive. What moments are we creating or have we created for our children and grandchildren? I must admit you stirred up some cherished memories for which I thank you for.

  2. The souls of our loved one’s live for all eternity and through the love and memories they leave us with; for those of us who had to say goodbye for now; that is the recipe for bringing them into our thoughts, hearts and dreams, which is comforting.

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