Gone But Not Forgotten

Ever feel the need to visit a place where you recall only good memories? I do. I think it's important to take the time.

When the feeling comes over me I am drawn to Monomoscoy.
Monomoscoy is a peninsula to a world of beauty... a world I once knew. My childhood was spent there, where this castle stands high above the sea today... only back then it wasn't quite the castle it is today. I look back in my mind and recall the days one right after another, each holding a memory as moving as the next. I blink back the tears & just close my eyes.

I pluck at my heartstrings when I go back to this place, it's so bittersweet.

The winding roads are lined with marshes and tidal pools. Aware of the wildlife around me and the peace these creatures find here... it's no wonder it's the very same place where I also seek peace. The Osprey's watch over their babies in their meticulously weaved nests that rest high atop a pole. Being a Mother myself, I obey their cries to move on... if I happen to stop and gaze too long.

The road to paradise, although tarred, is covered with windblown soft silty sand and the remnants of shellfish that the seagulls have dropped as a method to open their buffet of the day.

I have walked this road a thousand times, literally & mentally, once with little legs trying to keep up and now years later, slowing in step, simply to absorb the beauty around me.
My senses come alive here. I smell the beach roses covering the cottage... they are gone now, this castle has claimed stake to the spot where they once grew... yet I can still smell them... as if a bouquet has been placed beneath my nose. I inhale. I inhale deep. My little cottage is gone, but not forgotten.