by Steve Tanham
Éilis’ magnificent story…
In the beginning the keys were known. Their place and purpose was common knowledge. They were discussed in passing as we might talk about the weather, the planning of meals, or the news. The keys made life what it was: they unlocked the people’s joys and sorrows, they opened new spaces within which to begin, become and belong. They gave them access to adventure, growth, grieving and love, finding and leaving, succeeding and failing, wanting and being enough.
The keys kept the song of the world in tune, according each the measure of who they were, each knowing the reasons for the bars in the way, each aware of the immense value of the rests and how the melody could not proceed where silence was not allowed.
And then, gradually, the keys were forgotten, lost. No one could say what or where they were. No children were taught their purpose…
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Thank you so much for reblogging my story, Steve! I am very moved.
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I loved it, Éilis. You are very welcome.
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