{"id":997,"date":"2020-12-06T21:32:20","date_gmt":"2020-12-06T21:32:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/?p=997"},"modified":"2020-12-06T21:55:55","modified_gmt":"2020-12-06T21:55:55","slug":"there-was-a-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/2020\/12\/06\/there-was-a-time\/","title":{"rendered":"There Was a Time&#8230;."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/12-6-2020-3-9-14-2017-first-night-in-Carmel-with-Peter.jpg2_.jpg-3.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-999\" width=\"580\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/12-6-2020-3-9-14-2017-first-night-in-Carmel-with-Peter.jpg2_.jpg-3.jpg 949w, https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/12-6-2020-3-9-14-2017-first-night-in-Carmel-with-Peter.jpg2_.jpg-3-300x155.jpg 300w, https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/12-6-2020-3-9-14-2017-first-night-in-Carmel-with-Peter.jpg2_.jpg-3-768x397.jpg 768w, https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/12-6-2020-3-9-14-2017-first-night-in-Carmel-with-Peter.jpg2_.jpg-3-522x270.jpg 522w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 580px) 100vw, 580px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/audio\/There%20Was%20a%20Time....m4a?_t=1607272593\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n<p class=\"fonts-plugin-block\" style=\"font-weight: normal;font-size: 15px;line-height: 1.3\"><strong><em>There Was a Time<\/em><\/strong>\u2026.<br>\u00a0<br>\u2026.when we looked upon everything as a message.<br>Symbols assumed boundless importance because<br>everything was a symbol, and everything held immense<br>secrets ~ importance in everyday life was discovered in the<br>bones of the bird we stumble across, the<br>bones of the tree, broken, bit by lightening,<br>the bones of magic, feathers tethered to branches,<br>rock-stacks tethered to earth: circles, patterns, hands:<br>rocks, paper, scissored hands slicing air suspending us<br>stopping us in our tracks, begging to be interpreted.<br>\u00a0<br>Deciphered.\u00a0 Code coded into broken bones.<br>Billowing shrouds.\u00a0 Blustering winds.\u00a0 Biblical clues.<br>\u00a0<br>I have met Souls you would not believe.<br>Reconnected with Energies I suspected were long<br>gone back to the beginning, only to have one<br>brush my shoulder, force my gaze, remind me to<br>believe.\u00a0 And, believe, I do, for I have held belief<br>close and closer, still, until I believed I could believe<br>no more.\u00a0 Then, you.\u00a0 You reminded me.\u00a0 And, again,<br>I embrace belief.\u00a0 You buttress my Faith.\u00a0 As I must,<br>surely have restored it to another, now gone or<br>long forgotten, but still inside the bounty of this circle.<br>\u00a0<br>Love does not die.\u00a0 Love recycles, circles back upon itself,<br>becomes boundless ~ the more authentic we become<br>the more beautiful becomes our Love and the more<br>aware our Spirits as if a billion butterflies burst forth<br>from the Core, central to who you are, who I am.\u00a0 We.<br>Wandering, alone, we activate powerful realizations.<br>Nothing births before its time.\u00a0 We bolt through that,<br>crawl through this, cry through them, laugh through<br>gauntlets which leave us bruised and battered, uncertain.<br>We battle into bereavement; surrender, turn, rise. You.<br>\u00a0<br>The Raven flies before the rising sun and, once again,<br>angels, or something\/one, intervenes.\u00a0 Last night I watched<br>veils lift from around the moon as I crossed three bridges<br>coming home.\u00a0 I thought of you.\u00a0 I remembered the birch<br>grove and I know you know.\u00a0 Only when we release the<br>ingrained and outlying static, can we connect and hear.<br>Reverberations await each of us and we recognize the<br>signals or we do not.\u00a0 This began long and long ago.<br>At the beginning.\u00a0 It takes our entire journey, within each life,<br>to simply return to where we left off, before.\u00a0 Three steps?<br>\u00a0<br>We turn around and place one foot in front of the<br>other, more intent upon the path than the journey it<br>leads us through, until, at last we look up ~ squint.<br>\u00a0<br>Light?\u00a0 Scattershot upon where the last wound blasted<br>our hearts, now barely beating; thumping against those<br>exposed and battered walls, breached by ~<br>\u00a0<br>You.<br>YOU.<br>\u00a0<br>This, the Love Story.<br>There was a time\u2026..<br>\u00a0<br>\u00a0<br>\u00a0<br>\u00a0<br>by Barbara Helvey Hughes, \u00a92019\/2020\/2021 for Peter McKinnon<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":998,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[15,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-997","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-love","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/997","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=997"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/997\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1002,"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/997\/revisions\/1002"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/998"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=997"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=997"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hughesgallery.net\/barbarahelveyhughes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=997"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}