‘to commit to memory…’

 “I’m never going to forget this.”

“I will never forget that face.”  

“Hell will freeze over before I forget this!”

Then the fairy trickster godmother sentences that item to a remote, sticky glob of grey matter.

A mixed bag of blessings, I would say.  Whilst clawing through cobwebs and grey ooze to find sequestered memories, we live the benefit of forgiveness.  The slate is cleared of all but the dimmest trace of what we seek.

There is freedom in letting go.

I guess that’s why stuff is so important to humans; our sensory ‘calendar’ marking our journey.  To be sure, not every item is precious.  Every item is, however, evidence of a life lived.  What a pity to rely on such tangible proof.

Damn! I think I just understood a tiny bit of what hoarders must deal with.  Eeegads!

I’m going to go sort out some stuff right now!

Via Daily Prompt:  Memorize

Header Image:  Matt Gibson’s Brain

These old boots…

When was it, exactly, that my hubs became enamored with retirement?  It’s been at least a couple years, I’d say.  His passionate dream of not clocking in has paralleled my journey of inability to work.  Me, at home, with assorted physical limitations.  Him, at work, with a longing not to be there.

On Thurs., 8/24/2017, our two worlds converged.  He is retired.

retirement - boots

Never, in all our married life of 35 years, have we lived a ‘typical’ work schedule.  I have worked mostly a 9 to 5 -type work week, M-F.  He has worked various shifts, the odd days off, holidays, etc.  It meant he missed a lot of events over the years.  It meant I was a quasi-single mom.  It kept us fed, housed, clothed.  He and I did the best we could with what we had.

You know, like most of us!

And now what lies ahead? Grand schemes for travel? Great building projects? Second careers?

For now, we’re learning how to share space.  He is trying on his freedom, finding small projects, rising and retiring at “normal” times.  I am a fly on the wall — watching.  My goal is not to interfere too much, allowing him to feel and experiment with this strange landscape.  He has worked since he was a young teen.  He is 64 now.  He doesn’t know it yet, but he probably will struggle a bit with the sheer strangeness of it all.

Either way, I’m here.

via Daily Prompt:  Enamored.

Photo:  Retirement by Mark Bonica

Remind you of anybody?

Again,  our friend Merriam-Webster provides insight:  Visceral  

not intellectual

dealing with crude or elemental emotions

I handpicked these definitions because they feel so “Trump”.

Never has the presidential veneer been so eroded as it is today.  One has only to read, listen, and watch to see our president instantly splay his raw, unfiltered self in the media.  While President Obama put social media into play, it is President Trump who uses it with reckless abandon.

His visceral and public reactions expose the man.

His enemies feed voraciously upon the fodder that he spreads.

It’s all a bit nauseating.

Call me old fashioned, I don’t care.  I find myself longing for a good measure of restraint.

Momma Bear Apothecary

Katie is Momma Bear Apothecary.  momma bear apothecaryShe makes things, sells things, teaches things. She is teaching and selling her goods at a retail start-up which appeals to the inner hippy in all of us. The casual square footage is dotted with watery art pieces, stones, wood, herbs and oils.  I hope Lotus of the Moon enjoys retail success. They have started small but judging from the traffic I saw today, they are filling a niche in this community.

It was at Lotus of the Moon that Katie, my niece, taught me (and others) how to make a mala bracelet. I didn’t really understand what a mala was but I do now. The mala necklace is a well-known mediation tool.  Katie started making mala bracelets, sharing with us that she simply doesn’t have the time to meditate with a full mala necklace.  The mala bracelet became her go-to.

mala bracelets

Hands and bracelets pictured were, I believe, from today’s class.

Now I will simply have no excuse not to meditate. I don’t have a mantra yet but dang, I bet I can come up with something.

Aaahhhh.  I’m feeling better already!

Logo and photo courtesy of Momma Bear Apothecary

“Well Howdy, Partner.”

“I’m back in the saddle again…”

I might have heard the solitary whistle of a lone cowboy warbling over the plains when I read today’s prompt.  August heat and a smoky sky hang over my town, a hazy reminder of distant fires and days before my time.

The wild west isn’t so wild anymore yet where I live there is still plenty of desert untouched by irrigation.  Dusty and parched scrub lands reach their truest browns and yellows about this time of year.

Last weekend I picnicked on the Columbia Reach in an area so beautiful that when I crested the hill on the approach the view simply took my breath away. Water inlets were dazzling in the summer sun. It was the rolling desert beyond that invited the eye.  Miles and miles of arid glory met the sky in a grand continuum. You can only live that moment once.

 

Photo:  Cowboys by Karrez Majik

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