October 5th, 2015, 8 years ago today
When will spontaneous social media reminders stop pulling me back to a place in the past, a place of my dreams even though it is no longer a dream when it became a reality.
Visual reminders drawing me back to a time of pure joy in a place – Shetland – it is always the frozen moment in time, captured in an image.
and, I begin to be torn, in my head.
question my leaving, questioning myself and my own judgement.
I achieved my dream but left it behind.
Re reading my journals for my Patreon posts pulls me back – leaving one foot in each place.
The city and the island.
How do memories fade? Are they skewed or chewed? Will my brain shrink until there is no capacity to remember?
This week, I heard the beautiful lilting pure Shetland accent on Louise at Jamieson’s, flooding out of the telephone through the ether, words hanging in the air long after they are spoken. Such warmth, such beauty are the things I that I hang from. Dangling in mid thought.
Words left floating from a thousand miles away, and wished I could have been there. Back in that shop, in that street, in that town on that Island.
When do I lift my dragging foot out of Shetland?
The beautiful isles
The beautiful lilting accents of tangible generations.
Probably never.
tracey doxey 
Dearest Tracey,
Surely a dream that you make true is what you carry forward in your heart and you cannot therefore ever leave them behind?
Remember with joy in your heart, nestled next the dreams.
Love
Janet x
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I have only visited during SWW in 2019 and got completely mesmerized by the island and its people. I wish I could have been born and lived there my entire life. My heart yearns to return.
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