In a blink…..

Thanksgiving is fast approaching.  Two days to be exact when my family and I will be settled down at the dining room table, feasting upon a turkey who so gallantly gave up his life so we could nourish ours.

The next two days will be filled with scents and aromas that I sorely missed last year.  This time last year I was recouping from injuries when I stumbled into a hole, buckling both my ankles, breaking bones and stretching muscles and tendons beyond their limits……..not a fun thing to have happen to you especially when you are in the middle of a desert, at night, battling for foot space with 10,000 other people…..

 

In a blink of an eye, my mode of human transportation was taken from  me….In a blink of an eye, my life turn topsy turvy…….

Because of this “in a blink of an eye” moment, this year I’m extremely grateful for having this past year fly by.  It’s a year that I do not wish to repeat….ever….I can set my eyes on Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, to the smells of the ol’ Tom turkey cooking in the oven…..

I have a lot to be thankful for this year and every day……my family…the roof over our heads that keep us warm in the winter, and cool in the summer….health, happiness…..the whole nine yards….but I think what I am most grateful for and one that I take for granted…….are my 5 senses………

If I couldn’t see I would be okay with that….memories will help me “see” what I once saw…..

If I couldn’t hear I would be okay with that….I will remember the sound of birds singing, the wind blowing through trees, my children laughing and crying, conversations with my hubby……….I will remember what their voices sounded like……..

If I couldn’t touch I would be okay…..I will remember the softness of a kittens fur, the silkiness of a babies skin, the texture of sand running through my fingers and on my feet as I walk………

If I couldn’t taste I would be okay…….I will remember the taste of my favorite foods as it hits my tongue…the coolness of ice cream, cold milk, hot tea…….turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes….pumpkin pie with whipping cream!

If I couldn’t smell I won’t be okay……I will have a hard time remembering what something smelled like….I will remember if it smelled good or it smelled bad, but not what it smelled like.  I will forget what wonderful aromas came out of the kitchen when I was growing up. The baking of bread, soups simmering on the stove……the smell of bacon frying up in a pan…..I will forget how babies smell.  The smell of baby powder, clean and fresh…….Charlie the dog when she has had her “spa” day, smelling like vanilla……

In a blink of an eye…..all or some of my senses could be gone…….life itself could be gone….in just a blink of an eye.  It’s in those blinks that you cannot get back………….those are the little things to hold on to forever in your heart, your mind, and your soul…………..

Happy Thanksgiving……..make everyday a thanksgiving day………….

 

Let’s Play….

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Million-Dollar Question.”

Why do I blog? Better question would be “why not blog”…….

I am an inner child, housed in a human body….I come out to play on a regular basis. It’s me, the inner child, that likes to write what my human sees, feels, and experiences.

Blogging is her way to let me continue to express myself……best part….she can blame me for poor choices, grammar errors, and subject titles…..I have no formal education, I’m not a writer…..I’m me….someone who sees and participates in life and then writes about it through the eyes of an adult!

Sticks, Stones & Stuff……

I take pictures…….I take pictures with my eyes, store them in gray matter via a lonely brain cell. I share these pictures from my eyes to whomever likes to view these pictures……I share pictures I’ve taken through my eyes via the lens of several cameras.  Some good, some not so good.  I am not a professional picture taker at all.  I take what I see and hope for the best that it turns out somewhat nice………if not……deleting is quite simple……….

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I find peace, relaxation, and excitement when I take pictures.  It gives me peace to be one with nature……..it relaxes me as I ponder the shot, the angles, the light…….the excitement comes from snapping the picture and sharing……………

When I travel, either near or far, I pick up treasures……simple, small pieces of a beach, a trail, or pathway that lies ahead of me.  Sticks, stones, sea shells, dried weeds, leaves……..all treasures that can be arranged and maybe something pretty once again can be viewed………

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IMG_5771Walking along a river bed, a lake shore, a sandy beach……I take a piece of the treasure they offer me and I give a piece of myself back….a piece of my heart………..

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Sticks, stones, and other stuff………..small treasures that give my heart a big smile each time I touch and hold them…………

Traditions

Halloween is the beginning of a Fall tradition.  When the kids were younger and heading out to trick or treat, dinner was the furthest thing from their minds……but the stinkers had to eat before they filled themselves up with sugar and bounced their way around the neighborhoods……chili was the easiest thing to fix……..along with garlic bread, deviled eggs, and an all time favorite….tapioca pudding…or fish eggs..I told the kids they were fish eggs.  They look like fish eggs!!!!……….This tradition started 33 years ago on Halloween…….I gave birth to a bouncing baby boy on October 31…………..my sweet mother-in-law cooked and fed them a delish concoction of chili that year………and I kept it up after that………..IMG_2435 .

……..so besides Halloween its also a birthday……it’s a Birthoween day here………

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I sat in the living room last night and listened as the kids made their way through the dry crackling leaves on the sidewalk, up the stairs to the porch, and ring the door bell and yell “trick or treat”…….it’s over with for another year……the tradition will live on…..chili will cook on the stove all day, eggs will boil for deviled eggs, and garlic butter will be slathered on slices of french bread……….I’ll listen to the sounds of footsteps in dry leaves once again……..falling leaves, blowing leaves…….all traditions of Fall that Mother Nature gives us……it never changes………….Halloween will be here, a birthday will be celebrated, and the leaves will once again fall to the ground, dry up, and scatter with the wind……..

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