A missing memory

It’s Sunday Travellers,

Do you ever wake up to a rainy wet morning and think, I just wanna languish here in this place where it’s quiet and comfortable, half awake and my sheets smell like fresh laundry and I have nowhere to be today, and for one moment doing nothing for a whole day seems delicious? I woke up at 7am and that’s where I was, but alas, it didn’t stick and off I went to do all the things.

Good news is the unexpected rain has removed some of my tasks, like walking the ladies this morning and mowing the lawn, and the garden is watered so, that’s super nice…I appreciate that…

Remember I said that the combination of writing and therapy has jarred loose all kinds of memories that I had filed away. Many of them very good memories actually and I feel like most of these were tucked away for now. An odd thing to say I realize but it feels true nonetheless. Sometimes I think our lives are like puzzles and we lose or find pieces of ourselves along the way in equal measure, and at the rightest moment, a piece appears and we slide it into place. That’s how these memories feel  to me…

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