"Take another little piece of my heart now, baby..."
I pass this message of love carved into a cedar tree each time I walk through the trails of Cates Park. I've never carved my initials into anything, other than funky clay crafts, and as far as I know, no one has ever carved my intials with their own into any substance, other than, perhaps, the very fabric of their lives, or maybe into a slab of butter. Fabric tears, though, and butter melts, gets eaten up, or goes rancid. Love changes, moves on, lingers, gets stale, is forgotten, lives forever, but is never regretted. Like hope, love springs eternal. Or the hope for love does.
I once burned a pile of love letters and dumped the ashes into the recess of a stump in this park. I also pass by that stump each time I walk these trails. I remember the story, but it no longer carries any emotional impact for me. I sort of wish I had kept the letters, though, because they were creative and amusing, ...not declarations of love at all, really, but funny illustrated stories that were a record of a time of discovery in my life.
I guess blog postings are like little love letters that we send out in hope of connecting with others, of being recognized and cherished in some way, no matter how tenuously, at least for a time.
I was going to share a Bruce Cockburn song called "If a Tree Falls in the Forest" but I prefer the way this one fits with my random bloggy thoughts today.