Thought Salad

Tag: freedom

  • The other

    The other

    We make assumptions Each and every day About where we work And where we play People we know And those we’ve just met About our dentist, About our dog’s vet Why are we wired To judge at first sight? Did this keep us safe From monsters in the night? Or is the fear of the…

  • Rocky Mountain Dreaming

    Rocky Mountain Dreaming

    It was a Saturday without complication. The crisp pine scented air filled my lungs with hope, and the bright sun lit up the mountains with glory. While I had work to do, my spirits felt lighter than they have for awhile, even through the phones calls and classes that took my morning and afternoon. I…

  • Long weekend blues

    Long weekend blues

    The first long weekend of the summer season is finally here. I’m feeling the weight of responsibility like a lodestone around my neck. Too many goodbyes this week, too many sorrowful surprises. My well is dry and needs a chance to be replenished, but alas, it’s not yet my chance. I’m on call until next…

  • My next 40 years

    My next 40 years

    Well, here I am. Arriving at an age I couldn’t have imagined twenty years ago. Forty was so old then, dried up and established. I always thought I’d be an adult by now, but instead, I feel the same age, just more sore. Where’s the wisdom I expected to have achieved? Sure, I’ve got a…

  • Goals for forty

    Goals for forty

    I’m back to the time of year where I start to make lists of my goals. Many people do this at New Years, and I do sometimes as well. But this time of year, when I’ve completed another revolution around the sun, makes me take stock of where I am and where I’d like to…

  • The tree

    The tree

    Time passes Rapid as the sea Rushing toward An old weathered tree When I look at its branches They don’t look like much Gnarled and twisted They lack a soft touch But while they may be rough And challenged by life I envy their simplicity As sharp as a knife Standing against the elements Proud…

  • Tech and the cave girl

    Tech and the cave girl

    Another week, another day of work. Monday’s are always a rush to get everyone out of the house. Feed, water, dress the kids. Hope that their hair is vaguely presentable, with minimal dreads. Fast-forward through the morning and work, staff meeting, then a stolen lunch hour with my true love. And then time paused. Now,…

  • Through a child’s eyes

    Through a child’s eyes

    Sometimes I like to sit quietly, And observe my children as they play They create such fabulous adventures together, Worlds like ours and yet Somehow, Their very own. Like mommy- Sam, daddy- Alex, Matt- baby. Or making “soup” in a sand bucket, While feeding the cats. They learn to use their imaginations And oh, The…

  • What if’s

    What if’s

    Sometimes the most unlikely roads create the most lasting memories. So many times I’ve made decisions that have changed the course of my life. The moment I decided I’d go to university, as the only path to a future. Now, I look at eighteen year olds and wonder. Watching them take a gap year, working…

  • Life in review

    Life in review

    I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve, as far back as I can remember. A little too loud, too honest. A cognitive filter with holes that are a little too large, allowing stray thoughts to skip through At inopportune times. With skin that shows every emotion, blushing with inner turmoil so easily that I’m…