Thought Salad

Category: Thoughts on life and death

  • Payback 

    What is it about the sounds children make that can give such a visceral response? The sound of laughter, pealing clear and high  like a bell  can fill me with such joy. But the sound of their screams will curdle your blood,  Depending on the pitch. I listened to five children under the age of…

  • Prejudice 

    It came from the ooze,  down in the muck. Brought back to daylight by long repressed feelings  Of inadequacy and envy Sliding out of hiding,  sleek and hungry  searching for a victim, An unwary prey, Someone vulnerable  and innocent, That it could stomp on with glee. It doesn’t care about truth Or others, It searches…

  • The silent heart

    He was so alone, the man who did it all, quiet and self-effacing while others shone. He watched from the sidelines while others basked in the spotlight, content to know he put them there. Brilliant, caring and kind, he was a million people,  behind the scenes he toiled with no expectation or desire for acknowledgement.…

  • Sunday night blues

    It’s a strange feeling that has taken over me as I sit and look out my window.  I watch in a trance as the neighbour over the fence mows their lawn. I’m not at all interested, but my eyes have welded to the spot while I contemplate this strange sensation. It’s almost like I’m a…

  • The Dog Days of Summer

    It’s been a busy summer.  Sometimes, I wonder how my brain remembers half of what I need to do.  I started a bullet journal this week, hoping it will help me keep my life in order. I spent an hour on it the first day, and haven’t looked at it much in the last two…

  • A matched set

    Some people aren’t meant to be alone,  solitary and strong Some thrive with the challenge of pairing for life, while others wither with the load. Today I watched a proud person struggle with the realization they can no longer provide for their other half, Struggling to continue themselves, unsure where to turn, not wanting to…

  • Hope

    Hope begins to unfurl, Tiny tendrils at first Slowly reaching for the sky,  sunlight guiding it onwards Fed with the light of love,  the warmth of support, It spreads, Swelling with joy and exhilaration Bursting into flower  It sings out I am Here And glories in existence 

  • Days of Gold

    Every week I go in, checking on them as I do my rounds.  Ensuring no one needs anything, and if they do, that they receive as much care as I can give.  Some days are rough, though not because of illness,  but because of the memory of health The heartbreak comes in the moments of…

  • Bookends of the day 

    My favourite part of the day is moments of solitude early in the morning, The house shifting in sleep, only the indifferent glances of cats, questioning my choices in life I slowly wake up, preparing for the day with caffeine and quiet. Until the early morning solitude is broken by cries for mommy, or daddy,…

  • The seven year itch

    I remember growing up how limited television was. We had three channels, four if you included the French one, which somehow we never did.  I used to love the movies that came on during Sunday afternoons. I think they were on CBC, and they stuck with me. They were foreign lands in black and white, …