I MISS the days I first began this blog and savored the wonder of seeing my photos and words come together. I miss the times I couldn't order food without taking a picture of it once it arrived at my table to share with "you."The places I went, the people I saw, the books I read - I shared them all with "you."
No, this isn't good-bye. It's just a wish I had more time - more time - more time!
Here at the keyboard I scatter a few words magically on the screen before me and say hello one more. Hopefully I will see something tomorrow to show you.
Maybe the limping raccoon that lives in our neighborhood will visit and I can get his picture, although he isn't very friendly. (thank goodness!)
Maybe I will have a great dream and need to tell you about it. (A couple of nights ago I dreamed my cousin sang a hymn in harmony with herself. Her voice could sing three or four notes at one time. It sounded beautiful.)
Do you hear in your dreams? Do you smell things? Do you dream in color? I do all of these, but I've never tasted anything in them.
Sometimes when I am driving I see wonderful things and I think of "you" and want to remember to tell "you." I love you - femminismo
7 comments:
Hi! So lucky to discover your blog. There are so many wonderful things that I have discovered. Hoping you have a wonderful week filled with inspiration and laughter.
Interesting question... I have heard loads of things in my dreams; entire pop songs, word perfect. But smell and taste? Never.
Hmm . . . Household removals Australia. Wonder if that could be spam? Duh! Such a nice comment, though.
the first few months of blogging are kinda magical.
I smelled in a dream a couple nights ago! the smell of our compost heap, as I had added to it that day and it was rather...we'll be nice and call it pungent.
Lovely post of reflection-thoughts and feel... Reminiscing-- dreaming.
I don't believe I have ever had a dream with smells but I had a nightmare that had surround sound, the result of a bad reaction to medication.
Yes I have. And feeling, the sense of touch, amazingly enough. Reaching out and feeling the fur of a long-dead pet who had come to "check up" on me, feeling the sharpness of the glitter woven into his coat. Smelling the dirt... and having T tell me, "that was an underworld dream."
mmm.
What a lovely post, Jeanne. And a truly beautiful bloom to go with it.
Candace, still in Athens.
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