Thought Salad

The car moved through traffic, following the line of vehicles moving through the downtown. The rain fell slowly, creating rivulets down the window as I watched the buildings as we passed.I’ve always loved the rain. Watching it come from the sky and clean the earth.  Dancing in it When I was small we were the…

Gasping for breath Struggling for one more minute Like a fish on the sandy beach, trying to swim out of their element When is it too much? When is the moment where you sigh and let go? Breath leaving silently through lips now relaxed. Sight turning up, stars visible through the ceiling as consciousness expands…

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how factors influence people. Things we don’t think about often, like birth order, or if you had a pet.  The experiences we have in childhood continue to shape us throughout our lives, whether we acknowledge them or not. For some people, this is a horrible injustice.  They have…

The fast pace of city dwellers. Stop and go, red and green. Wait only as long as needed, then darting off in all directions at once. I stopped. looked up. stared at the wonder of the red sandstone building many times my age. It stood overlooking the loosely controlled corner of humanity, where traffic ebbed…

Ok, I’ve always loved my sleep time. I was that kid who was asking their parents if it was bedtime, immediately after eating supper. My relationship with sleep is fond and it’s one of my favourite things. But not only do I love sleep,  I also really love dreams. And mine are vivid, movie like…

My mind feels still and quiet for a brief moment, like a bird resting on a branch covered in frost, silent in the whiteness of winter. Cut off from others, the unending access of internet and wireless and cellular interrupted for short moments.  Work can not touch me here, no children to monitor. I sit,…

“Oh my god!” Muttering under my breath at the sheer noise bouncing off the wrap tub full of children slippery with bubbles, I had to move my phone to a safer location. I watched the little monsters shriek at each other and alternate hysterical laughter with loud cries at small unjustices about who stole the…

Her hands often rested gently in her lap, holding each other softly as though made of porcelain instead of delicately wrinkled skin.  Often when I passed by, she would be resting with her eyes closed, appearing peaceful in her repose. She was well loved by those around her, and had a strong protector watching over…

I’d like to excuse my ignorance by saying this is my first attempt at blogging, but there was a time in 2006 where I first attempted this style of writing. I remember it was fun, like journaling for others to read, but eventually life got too busy, or I became concerned that others would sue…