Do you ever have a people who turn up in your thoughts over and over for a time? Makes me wonder what they're up to, why are they on my wavelength? I've had old friends turning up in my dreams lately, girls on tall horses, friends in my old stomping grounds as I sleep. Maybe I just conjured them up to keep my fevered mind company as I slept...
...or maybe my dearest old friends are a part of me, always on my mind, always in my heart. People I spent many formative years with are permanently in my m ind, even the ones I haven't seen or talked to in ages, they make up part of who I am. I wonder if they ever think of me while they're doing dishes...while they're planting bulbs?
When this Amarylis grows tall and slender out of it's pink ceramic home, what will I be doing? Who's thoughts might I be in and not know it?
Will I have written about some of the things I have stored away in mind? I'd like to write about my Granny Jefcoat's funeral. I want to write about my Southern Country Woman Mentor Robbie Beck, who turns up in my mind more often than she would think.
Isn't it a thing for people to be so loved without them even knowing it? I have people enough in mind to write volumes.
I think this year I'll start.
2 comments:
That's a sweet idea.
I always get those flashes of people and memories, too. Sometimes it's like my brain gets stuck on a loop of one thought. Lately, I keep remembering being in line for the water fountain in first grade. A bratty girl in my class is using swear words, which seems shocking to my innocent little 6 year old brain. I tell her, "My mother said if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." Prissy.
That's a god one! I remember the line for the fountain after reccess in 3rd grade. When it was my turn a boy picked on me saying "Ooh, your lips touched!" as if I had just licked the entire thing from top to bottom. Turd! I actually had kind of a potty mouth, but only on the playground; there's a time and a place for everything you know...
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