This is the last of a “to be continued next time” story and illustration I’ve been working on for several weeks…Both have gone as far as they can go for now. I have been trying to work out the deeper motivation for Amelia’s desire to fly to the moon. Still to be answered is “Does she know this is not possible?…Or is it?”

…She gazed off into the sunset as its colors began to tint everything in our garden. She looked so beautiful in the golden autumn light. It seemed so perfect for her, this garden home of ours.

My Amelia. Would she still be that if she went away and never returned? Yes, nothing could change my heart.

I wanted to tell her, “This is where you belong. This is where you can be safe and warm and where you can feel like you’re home.” But I knew if that was true beyond the hopes in my own heart, she would need to discover it for herself.

And so instead I said, “I wish I could fly with you, Amelia. But I can’t.”

She looked at me quizzically, unsure if I was being silly or serious.

“You are needed here,” she said with her most practical tone. “Who will watch over Emily? She likes it here. This home is good for her, and she loves the garden flowers. She may even learn to trust herself here and become what she was meant to become without depending on me.”

“Emily doesn’t trust herself?”

“Not the way she should. She only trusts others, not herself. And I am the opposite. I only trust myself.” She stopped, realizing that she may have shared too much of her heart with me. “But we were talking about flying. You may not be able to fly, but you and I are still very much alike.”

“What do you mean?”

“We are both bound by the beauty of the light upon this earth,” she said, looking again at the sunset colors washing over everything. “And we both still have so much left to do while we wait for the sweetness of the leaving.”

“There is the poetic side of you at last, Amelia,” I said and smiled.

So we went back to our things still left to do. Amelia returned to her mapmaking, and I returned to my sketching.

As I filled in the last drawing details, I thought over what Amelia had said about trust. I wondered if she had made these plans to fly off into the dangerous unknown more for Emily sake than for her own. Maybe this was to somehow help Emily learn to trust herself. It was the only way I could reconciling her desire to fly to the moon with her promise to Emily. “If we are ever separated, I will find some way to get to you, no matter what. I will get to you.” And here she was planning to separate herself from Emily.

Whatever the reasons, both my littlest Emily and my dearest Amelia had engraved indelible marks on the map of my heart.

Our latest paperback book, “How To Explain Christmas To Chickens,” is finally now available through Amazon around the world! I truly appreciate all of the warm wishes and positive comments from you, our readers. Your encouragement throughout the process made this a much better book than I would have been able to make on my own!

6 thoughts on “A Map Of My Heart

  1. “We are both bound by the beauty of the light upon this earth,” she said, looking again at the sunset colors washing over everything. “And we both still have so much left to do while we wait for the sweetness of the leaving.” 😭😭😭😭 you get me every time!

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