Thought Salad

Tag: death

  • Saturday Date night

    Another Saturday bites the dust, one less of my 4000 left. ( I’d been listening to a podcast, and one of the speakers has that as their website, which gave me a sad glimpse into how many Saturday’s I have left. Not nearly enough.) So I made the most of this one. I cleaned, cooked…

  • Lest we forget

    No matter where I am, what I’m doing, what’s been going on in my life, Today is a day that gives me pause, Reminds me of how many people have given their lives so that I can live in the luxury of a country where I’m not worried about my basic human rights. This isn’t…

  • Gratitude 

    Today’s word is gratitude. It’s funny, because I think about this concept often.  I’d like to say I think about being grateful everyday, but I’m far from a saint.  Some days I feel bitter and evil inside, and wish people would just go away and leave me alone. In fact, I still sometimes feel like…

  • I love you, you’re perfect, now change

    Sometimes when I think about the day, I feel a great sigh of release. Especially on fridays, I’m full of relief that another week has been successfully navigated, with all its obligations and hours somehow fulfilled. It’s late. I’ve just returned from Stage West, a dinner theatre that we have season tickets to. We bought…

  • Gord

    I was 38 years old when I heard the news. A part of my youth,  the years of discovery for my generation,  The Hip were the soundtrack to my teens and twenties. They were on every radio station, CanCon,  but actually worth it. I remember the roadside attraction mosh pit,  decking the person trying to steal…

  • The dark

    Cloaked in darkness, Swirling in the night. Doubts creep out, unafraid of the light. Like vampires they lurk, gliding on air. Tyrants of thought,  opressors of care. Burdened by unknowing desperate for relief, oblivious to goodness, overwhelmed by their grief. Tamping it down only works for awhile. Inevitably it bursts forth, tired of it’s exile.…

  • The last

    One lonely leaf Drifts down, Gently settling On the ground  Slowly it fades  Into its peers, Orange turning brown Until it disappears  Once bright green It’s life is past,  come full circle Death arrives at last

  • Seasons

    August long weekend. And this year, it does feel that way.  The mornings are getting cooler, and the leaves are starting to change, ready for the fall which feels like it’s just around the corner now. I’m back home now, the place I grew up, the first place I remember. Today was spent with family,…

  • The depths 

    I’m going to bury it,  Deep down  Hide it away from the light  Tuck it in with darkness, And smother it with night If I can’t see it,  will it die? Leave and never  come out in the day? Or will it hide, out of sight And wait until the ground shifts, Until the dirt…