Last night as my eyes began to get heavy, I read about the love Jane Birkin held for Serge Gainsbourg. Honest, beautiful and eternal. Long after their time together ended she still held so much of him with her, in the most pure way. Years later as he passed away she placed a stuffed monkey, one she never parted with since childhood, in his casket to “keep him safe in the underworld”.
Pablo Neruda seems to always take words from my mind’s heart, and as I found my way into dreamladia this verse settled into the fresh powder pink clouds that enveloped my sleepy head.
Your caresses enfold me,
like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love,
yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
I woke thinking of the way we love, those who affect us, touch us and will forever stay with us. How honest the world can be in a stranger’s “hello” that transforms into an everyday comfort. How powerful the keepsake quality of memories shared with a person who takes you to the moon in the most simple of moments. What beauty this world gives us in spirits of those that surround us.
A lovely way to lift your head, thinking of the ones you love. Wishing you all the same beauty.