Musings Under The Almond Tree

The birds chirped in unison, leaves rustled through the field covered in soft carpets of grass, the winds blew through every space they found, and the clouds stood at a standstill, with a mood calling out for the rain. All of it brought immense peace to her weary soul, with the wish that love would seep through her bones one more time.

“Of what use is love to us anyway?” she’d ask herself quietly.

Her eyes searched through the corners of the park, as though she had lost something in the middle of a valley where everyone else held onto theirs. But it was all reflex, an action to further distract her mind from what was and probably what would be.

She wrapped her fingers around each other, finally feeling a glimmer of hope that they had stopped aching from losing her precious one. This experience wasn't a first, but a repetition of indescribable feeling of loss and pain that had nowhere to go.

When the thoughts came again, they came more fiercely.

“Of what use is love to us when we only live to lose it all?” But this time, she had an answer. Her voice finally found words, and no tear broke from the attempt at utterance.

“Love is love. Simply. Our lives are designed to be full of it, for ourselves, for others, and for the world itself. And just like death, losing one’s love can be one of the most destabilizing experiences, but that’s the point of it all. To have something whose presence brings you the greatest joys and whose absence equally shakes your mind. All of it is proof that your heart feels, and once in a while, you get to go over it again. But time comes, and you no longer wither from within because you, too, are a jar where love replenishes itself. It’s never truly gone from you as long as you keep it.”

These words, said aloud while sitting under the almond tree, were the safety net she ever needed. They felt like a shoulder being let down to accommodate a hand. And once again, it was proof that her jar had never truly run empty, there was still love within her to draw from whenever she needed it.

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