Thought Salad

Tag: love

  • Fall memories

    September is here. Today I saw pumpkin spice lattes for sale again, a sure sign that fall is coming.  I walked out of work to step on the familiar crunch of yellowed leaves, curled and wrinkled on the sidewalk, and felt a strange happiness suffuse my soul. I texted my mother, and our conversation turned…

  • Guardians

    Tonight I watched Guardians of the Galaxy- volume 2.  Well, tonight I finished it at least. We usually start a movie one night and have to finish it over the course of a few nights since having kids.  Either we’re too tired, or it’s past our self- imposed 9 pm bedtime and we know we’ll…

  • Pinterest isn’t my wheelhouse

    I’m tired today.  Another Monday, and I found myself sitting in the car for a few minutes on both ends of work- When I got there to psych myself up, and then when I got home, to breathe. I knew on the other side of the door my family waited,  but I was so tired…

  • Heros

    What does it take To pay homage to your hero? How can you show them  what they’ve done for you? Shaping the way you think and experience  the world, A hero can be anyone at all I’ve had so many in my life, I can’t even name them all. I grew up surrounded by giants …

  • Heros

    What does it take To pay homage to your hero? How can you show them  what they’ve done for you? Shaping the way you think and experience  the world, A hero can be anyone at all I’ve had so many in my life, I can’t even name them all. I grew up surrounded by giants …

  • Fight Night

    I wonder what kind of drive it takes to want to be the best of the best. I like to make a decent showing, But I haven’t ever felt the need to be number one, as long as I’m not the last in line. Watching the fight tonight brought back the question, What kind of…

  • 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…

  • 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…