Yes, I have fond memories of mom and dad taking a ride in the country so we could stop at my aunts or uncles home and just sit for a spell on their front porch. We did this most Sundays. Now I live in a high rise. So. I sorta declared to folks that I would be out on our patio every day around 11 am . I began this last year….. and well wouldn’t ya know it, other just started coming around. Some for 5 minutes, some for more. I re-created sitting on the front porch by taking time to sit outside on the pation in front of my building— and neighbors come.
A few things resonated with me from your musings today. That low hum you describe? I have that! Unfortunately, mine appears to be what they call "pulsitile tinnitius" but it's a good counter balance for the high pitched ringing I usually have to listen to!
And then the Easter Memories. Ahhh yes. I have no special (or even ordinary) memories of Easter with my parents. Perhaps a weekend away in the caravan (trailer) and a chocolate egg or two? But with my late husband? Beautiful memories! Every 2nd Easter we would travel to New Zealand to go to a Zephyr (car) Club Convention, meet up with Kiwi friends to kick tyres and admire their rides. Then we'd take off on our own, spending a week exploring all the beautiful countryside that is NZ. From black volcanic-sand beaches, to pristine white capped mountains, endless stretches of vivid blue lakes, lush vegetation, Maori culture, bubbling mud, volcanoes and blow holes and the famous "long white clouds".
This Easter, I sat, like you, with memories, simple meals, a good book and a strained back muscle.
But that was OK too.......my memories kept me company.
So. It happened again. You put into words what i was feeling but could not name. "Reaching for something familiar and finding only air where it used to be...." is just one example. I think I am truly fine with letting something new take shape .... it's the wondering if I'm disappointing someone or letting them down that doesn't feel good......
I miss when people would go to each other’s home and just visit in person for a while, no party, no agenda, just enjoying each others company.
Yes, I have fond memories of mom and dad taking a ride in the country so we could stop at my aunts or uncles home and just sit for a spell on their front porch. We did this most Sundays. Now I live in a high rise. So. I sorta declared to folks that I would be out on our patio every day around 11 am . I began this last year….. and well wouldn’t ya know it, other just started coming around. Some for 5 minutes, some for more. I re-created sitting on the front porch by taking time to sit outside on the pation in front of my building— and neighbors come.
A few things resonated with me from your musings today. That low hum you describe? I have that! Unfortunately, mine appears to be what they call "pulsitile tinnitius" but it's a good counter balance for the high pitched ringing I usually have to listen to!
And then the Easter Memories. Ahhh yes. I have no special (or even ordinary) memories of Easter with my parents. Perhaps a weekend away in the caravan (trailer) and a chocolate egg or two? But with my late husband? Beautiful memories! Every 2nd Easter we would travel to New Zealand to go to a Zephyr (car) Club Convention, meet up with Kiwi friends to kick tyres and admire their rides. Then we'd take off on our own, spending a week exploring all the beautiful countryside that is NZ. From black volcanic-sand beaches, to pristine white capped mountains, endless stretches of vivid blue lakes, lush vegetation, Maori culture, bubbling mud, volcanoes and blow holes and the famous "long white clouds".
This Easter, I sat, like you, with memories, simple meals, a good book and a strained back muscle.
But that was OK too.......my memories kept me company.
So. It happened again. You put into words what i was feeling but could not name. "Reaching for something familiar and finding only air where it used to be...." is just one example. I think I am truly fine with letting something new take shape .... it's the wondering if I'm disappointing someone or letting them down that doesn't feel good......