Thought Salad

Tag: memories

  • Silent Goodbye

    I woke up this morning,  within minutes  feeling anxiety  lodge in my chest.  It was a deep discomfort,  like I was forgetting something, The tightness moved in to stay,  deciding to inhabit  the area around  my heart.  I’ve had this same sensation  a handful of times,  and now know what it means,  although I wish…

  • High school, now and then 

    Some days random thoughts come to mind.  Today’s special appearance was an old tv show, from almost twenty five years ago. Parker Lewis can’t lose.  High school redone for the millionth time, but from the perspective of a cool kid.  Cause that’s never been done, right? They would always synchronize swatches whenever they had a…

  • 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.…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • The Great Vacation- part 4

    The sun rose and alerted me that, no matter where I was or what the schedule for the day was, it was 5 o’clock in my brain and time to wake up. I lay there instead of getting up, watching my little boy sleep, curls sleep tousled and cheeks flushed. He would move, and snuggle…

  • Nostalgia 

    Today I went through my hope chest with a purpose. An idea had been percolating, brewing in intensity for awhile.  A beautiful cedar box, made by my Grandmothers brother for my high school graduation present, over twenty years ago. It’s seen some hard times. Moving from my parents house, to my apartment in Winnipeg, to…