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.”
Wonderful vignette! Fun to play with a robot.
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.
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.
Eveline
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.
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
I agree, Jim. Those memories have us standing again in the past, and seeing it in the present. Somehow an enriching effect is felt.
Oh the memories…..how they bless and burn! Thanks for shaing yours, Marjorie. Keep them coming!
Hello, Elfrieda – what would we do without our memories? The older one gets, the dearer they are.
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.
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.
Lovely to read more of your writing Marjorie. We think of you often. xo
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.
So well written, Marjorie, and I enjoyed that novel concluding twist!
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.
Beautiful, lyrical, sweet. Nicely done, Marjorie! I hope Annette’s robot is behaving itself!
Thank you, Bruce. Vignettes are a challenge but fun to attempt. I haven’t met the new robot yet!
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.
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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.