The creeping doldrums
Do you ever find yourself enjoying a perfectly good day and then before your know what has happened you find yourself in the midst of a spell of listlessness or despondency?
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Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
There are not many instances that we today have an application for such a question. Tunnels are few and far in between in our day-to-day travels unless you live where subways or mountain tunnels are the norm.
Do you have gremlins?
You know those little critters that move things around when you are not looking. Mine will leave a drawer open so when I get up in the middle of the night I never seem to miss it. There is nothing like a few vocal exclamation points filling the air as you stumble through the house […]
The mirror reflects what it sees
Many of us find ourselves each morning at least for a few minutes peering into a silver backed piece of glass which reflects back towards us the mirror image of ourselves. We see the teeth as we brush, the pores of our skin as we wash our face, shave, and/or trim the hairs which grew […]
The rustling run
As a youth my Granddad Bill made his way west and when he returned to the Gravelly Spur, he brought with him the stories of the Old West, gunfights, cattle rustlers, ranchers who ran large ranches like kingdoms.
Flour, a broom and a lesson on being needed
As I look down at the flour on the floor and the straw of the broom as it meets the floor at the edge of heap, I swiftly move it through the white powder. In the motion, my mind sweeps over my memories and I find myself standing beside the table in my boyhood home. […]
Glistening from the heat
I watched the white sheers wave gently back and forth in the windows of the living room as the breeze eased its way into the house. It was an extraordinarily hot day. By mid morning the coolness gained in the previous night had given way to the demands of the sun making everyone glisten in […]
Don’t watch the world go by, use your imagination
The water whished over the rocks below creating a gurgling sound as I sat dangling my feet off the bridge. I was just high enough above the water where if I could stretch out as far as I could I still couldn’t touch the water but I dreamed of the day when I would be […]
The rhythm of finding one’s path
The waves beat rhythmically against the shore in an endless pattern that seemed would never stop. I had stretched out in the back of my white Ford station wagon near the shore and the sound lulled me quickly to sleep.
Is there more to the future or the past?
My brother asked me recently, ‘Are you living in the past?’ I often do find myself lingering within my memories. As time passes, I think it is easy to place more emphasis on what has gone by in your life than what is ahead. That is probably especially so for someone who spends a great […]
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