Thought Salad

My morning routine is pretty set now. I get up, coffee until awake, play on my phone with Facebook/email/etc, exercise, then shower and get ready for the day. Morning showers have become the most fun part of my day since having my little dude. He’s always been a little more attached than the girls, and…

Control is something many of us strive for, Fight for, Die for A word that describes a theory, the meaning elusive and fleeting Depending on circumstances and others, Never fully within our grasp. We struggle, Anxious and wanting, Striving to have the sense of mastery inherent within its meaning, Never able to reach the heights…

Each life touches us in some way, Everyone we meet. Some people stay for a lifetime, others pass by. Some make us happy,  bringing love and joy,  a deeper sense of belonging.  Others cause only heartache and pain Many more touch us so briefly we recognize them as fleetingly as the wings of a moth…

I used to sit and listen as she spun her life story, wide eyed and curious, amazed by everything that was said older and wiser by scores of years, She always seemed to know everything We would walk uptown, black button boots in my mind the way a “lady” wore her shoes Up the tall…

the smell of her perfume lingered in the air once present, she had vanished into a memory from the past She’d been vibrant and glorious, full of life and ideas, feelings and interests all of the things that make one alive but time had changed her, she’d grown old and frail until finally one day…

A cover of soft white clouds surrounds the land, night sleeping longer into the day The sun slowly rises, pushing gently through, warming the ground below. I struggle to wake up this morning, enjoying the cocoon I’ve made for myself, nesting comfortably in warm blankets It’s safe, quiet and enveloping. Reminding me of a childhood…

Some days I think about simplifying life. Cutting back to the bare minimum, scaling back and living closer to the land.  I remember growing up miles from the nearest town, isolated by fields of wheat from civilization It was a different time, simpler in so many ways. We had clocks but they felt less controlling…