Thought Salad

Tag: postaday

  • Second Summers

    The last day of June, and it officially feels like summer. Not only was the weather warm and sunny, but it was TGIF,  and drivers were again proving that nice weather does not improve skills on the road. I raced through work, driven by the nice weather outside and the general contentment engendered within those I…

  • Fall towards night 

    Heavy eyes, dragging down towards sleep, Iron fillings towards the magnet Memories of elementary school  science, chasing  brown  pieces of metal, Dancing against their will Limbs heavy,  Morpheus descending, Playing a song of serenity, Clouds drifting across my consciousness, Drawing back  the night, Twilight pulls its curtain back,  pins it with a star,  memories of…

  • Operation day

    Today was an interesting, dichotomous experience.  It was a sunny day with rain clouds filling the sky,  but sprinkling only a dash of rain in the afternoon, hardly enough to call it rain in the end. My day reflected the weather.  A little rain fell, but the sun broke through the clouds and reminded me…

  • The wheel 

    I’ve been torn in many directions today,  wondering about life in all it’s mysteries. Thinking about the giant wheel that goes around,  leading us unerringly from beginning to end and back again I think of people on the bottom of Maslows hierarchy,  struggling to make ends meet, To get enough warmth, shelter, and food to…

  • Knowing the score

    Today I felt a deep pit in my stomach.  It swelled and grew, full of certainty and acceptance,  with a side of sadness  Every day I deal with people on the worst days of their lives,  breaking bad news  I hope I’m kind,  and I hope my presence helps them walk through the mine field…

  • Memories, acid, and social media

    Do you have memories that make you cringe?  I do.  They stay hidden away in the attic, rattling around in the dark until something causes them to wake up and come back,  awkward with their presence. Most of these memories are small, but some are doozies.  Many are what I call my “Bridget Jones moments”,…

  • Fork in the road 

    I’ve been on the phone a lot this week, dealing with uncertainty. We have the illusion of control in life, easily shattered by the questions you can’t answer, or the things you can’t control. I don’t play God, I play Russian roulette.  Is this the right choice? I ask myself this question multiple times every…

  • Commit

    Some words feel like home,  tucked into your heart,  the way you see the world,  the way it falls apart. I’ve lived a few years now, And I’ve learned a thing  or two, But the word commit  keeps finding me, Making me come through I was raised to stay the course, Don’t give in, Never…

  • Paper

    Pressed sheets of tree, purpose aplenty.  My day was full of paper in all its incarnations.  Paper of news, work, and page after page of addresses and notifications as I attempt to notify the world of my new endeavour in the appropriate, college sanctioned way. But after spending nine hours on paper for work purposes,…

  • Little miracles

    Climbing like a monkey, Glee in his eyes. He reaches for the item he wants, Fearless in his desire to attain his goal. I watch as he learns new things, as he grows and changes Full of bittersweet emotion. Joy that my little one is so happy, so curious and fun, and sorrow because this…