Sharing a Sweet Secret

After every storm comes the rainbow, isn’t it? Having struggled with yesterday’s writing course prompt, anything is welcome today.

I had hoped for something with structure, a perfect combination with this week’s Photo challenge, for which I enjoyed shooting and editing photos.

I got other prompts for today’s assignment, though. I may select one word for my post inspiration from these: hope, regret, home, choice, secret, and abundance.

The personal writing flows easier together with photos, which in fact give me inspiration and a prompt.

Since yesterday I have been secretly laughing because when I was organising the kitchen, I came across a plastic cup that was given to me in a hospital many years ago. It serves to measure precisely the medicine one may need.

I am someone who doesn’t keep material things and who can easily give away old or relatively new belongings, if I realise that I am not making use of it and someone else will benefit from it. Why would I keep a plastic cup?

This special cup though, is as important to me as gold, diamond, or whatever else deemed precious. When I see it, I pause and feel my blood flowing calmly throughout my entire body, in a mix of serene longing, and that kind of joy, the one charged with unforgettable memories and love.

I close my eyes and imagine the face of the cup’s frequent user.

My younger brother passed away in 2012 but his smile and love never left us.

Photo taken when he was a teen.

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Sharing sights & insights captured with diverse angles. Ex-corporate slave, now my own boss. Cycling, hiking, cooking, reading, yoga, writing and photography, are no longer only hobbies listed on my resume. It's what I do, when I want.

21 thoughts on “Sharing a Sweet Secret

  1. Never saw this lovely picture of him. I still remember his face and the photos we did together. Brought memories and nostalgia to my soul. Yes, you have to keep this precious cup.

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