Glimpses of Life’s Secrets

A Vignette Encounter With One Such Event

An ordinary start to an ordinary day.  Yawns and sighs as the breakfast seekers drop into their usual places.

“Good morning all.”

“Looks like it’s going to rain all day.”

“The news says the surf is really pounding the sea wall down by the inlet.”

And that does it!  Something triggers in my mind and I am gone, lost in memories – great memories!   

The wind tears at my hair and the fine rain falls on my face.  I watch with awe as the pounding waves break on the sea wall.  Then the waves retreat, depositing as they go a little bit of everything.  Out to sea so far I think it will never return, but before I can think there it is again, carrying still another load.

“So like life.  I never know what is going to happen, or if I’ll learn anything or lose my way.  A bit scary but challenging and so exciting — Oh listen, that’s Mother calling me.”

“Marjorie, what are you thinking of?  Come in out of the rain!”

Then she laughs, startling me.  I look around, confused, and realize I’m still at the breakfast table, and it’s Annette who is laughing.

“Marj – where were you?  You certainly weren’t with us.”

“Back in the days of my youth – remembering how challenging but exciting life can be.”

“That’s hardly new, is it?  That reminds me.  Tomorrow I’ll bring my new robot down to show you.  I’ve taught him new tricks.  There’s always something new to learn.”



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18 Responses to Glimpses of Life’s Secrets

  1. Judith Umbach

    Wonderful vignette! Fun to play with a robot.

    • Marjorie

      Judith – It’s even fun to have a friend who builds and operates robots! So glad you enjoyed this little vignette, it was refreshing to write it.

  2. Eveline Goodall

    So very good to hear from you Marjorie. I was about to call. Perhaps I will anyway. Oh I do love the gift of memories, mine and yours.

    • Marjorie

      This hit a common nerve it seems, Eveline. Guess we all have our memories, and are blessed if we can enjoy, and learn, from them.

  3. Isn’t it amazing, how sometimes the memory is just as real as the present moment? Perhaps that’s the gift of memory, that we can re-live our experiences — and gather new insights from them.
    Jim Taylor

    • Marjorie

      I agree, Jim. Those memories have us standing again in the past, and seeing it in the present. Somehow an enriching effect is felt.

  4. Elfrieda Neufeld Schroeder

    Oh the memories… they bless and burn! Thanks for shaing yours, Marjorie. Keep them coming!

  5. Good to hear from you. 😀
    It must be Early Spring out there in Vancouver.
    Forecast rain all day here,
    but it is sunny! You just never know, as you say.

    • Marjorie

      So is life – wouldn’t you agree, Barbara? As to the weather, this fall-winter-spring is all mixed up this year. As in other things – predicting is difficult.

  6. Yvonne

    Lovely to read more of your writing Marjorie. We think of you often. xo

    • Marjorie

      Thanks for your interest, Yvonne. Yes the weeks roll by so quickly. My writing was neglected for a while, but am lately feel more like myself. Fatigue is the main symptom, and suspect that is connected to the 94 years somehow! Glad you read the blog, it was fun to work on.

  7. Colleen Cruickshank

    So well written, Marjorie, and I enjoyed that novel concluding twist!

    • Marjorie

      Colleen – Well – memories or day-dreams are always hard to predict! There were times in the writing that I wasn’t sure where it would end.

  8. Bruce

    Beautiful, lyrical, sweet. Nicely done, Marjorie! I hope Annette’s robot is behaving itself!

  9. Eleanor Jackson

    This took me back

    This took me back to my days when a friend and I owned a place on the Sechelt Peninsula. We were right on the ocean and what a show the waves could put on. It seemed particularly spectacular in the Spring around Easter time. I can still hear them as I recall the aroma of the ocean.

    This took me back to the days when a friend and I owned a place on the Sechelt Peninsula. We were right on the ocean and what a show the waves could put on. It seemed particularly spectacular in the Spring around Easter time. The scent of the ocean is like no other. To breathe it in in the midst of the show of the waves still resides in my memory and my heart.


    • Marjorie

      Eleanor – Memories are amazing aren’t they? Years and miles are covered in a flash, and the emotions with them. Treasure the good ones now – they provide comfort for the future. Hope to see you on Sunday.