Thought Salad

the smell of her perfume lingered in the air once present, she had vanished into a memory from the past She’d been vibrant and glorious, full of life and ideas, feelings and interests all of the things that make one alive but time had changed her, she’d grown old and frail until finally one day…

A cover of soft white clouds surrounds the land, night sleeping longer into the day The sun slowly rises, pushing gently through, warming the ground below. I struggle to wake up this morning, enjoying the cocoon I’ve made for myself, nesting comfortably in warm blankets It’s safe, quiet and enveloping. Reminding me of a childhood…

Some days I think about simplifying life. Cutting back to the bare minimum, scaling back and living closer to the land.  I remember growing up miles from the nearest town, isolated by fields of wheat from civilization It was a different time, simpler in so many ways. We had clocks but they felt less controlling…

The sky is in full shades of cloud as I hear my youngest cry. The day has started out in shades of winter, not the end of April that it is supposed to be. As I look out into the dreary day though, my head keeps repeating the hallelujah song. Today I’ve woken with a…

Some times I just can’t catch my breath. The entire day rolls by without stopping for pictures, and I’m stuck standing at the end of the caravan, wondering why I’m being left in the dust. I feel sometimes I disappear into the roles I play, whatever they may be to those in my life. Mommy,…

I drive a lot for work, but I love being in my car. I like being alone, the gentle vibration of the road soothing me, Like the purr of a cat Together my car Misha and I have explored the roads near my house, and watched birds of prey soar by. Prairie dogs race madly…

I watch as they play together, close in age and interests, not yet separated by school or friends. They race at each other on their bikes, veering before the crash and laughing hysterically each time before winding up to do it again. For a moment I go back to my childhood, days of green and…

I entered the room, braced for the worst but as always not ready for what I saw in front of me.  She was thinner, paler, and the jaunty turban on her head stuck out in hideous cheerfulness over sad eyes.  It had been a few months since the last time I’d seen her, only a…