Tag Archives: memory
I don’t know if the cold kitchen has shocked it into producing but our little orange tree has flowers and oranges on it at the same time. Smells lovely and reminds me spring will come again.
Mother. Father. Child. Together. Alone. Guests who arrived had been invited by angels. Angels. And a star. Shepherds. Wise men. How simple it was, how thrilling. How lonely. Christmas. Family. Presents. And an unexpected sense of loneliness – We too … Continue reading
Contemplative practice, done over time, actually rewires our brains so that we can detach from our addictive patterns of thinking and feeling and our unworkable programs for happiness. Now many neuro scientists affirm such very real change and call it … Continue reading
Mindfulness changes the brain. . . How we pay attention promotes neural plasticity, the change of neural connections in response to experience. ~Psychiatrist and brain researcher Daniel J. Siegel in his book: “The Mindful Brain: Reflection and Attunement in the … Continue reading
I place another dry fir log onto hot coals in the wood stove, I am warmed and filled with thankfulness for a tree once dead and seemingly useless that fell one windy night across our power lines. Hydro was there … Continue reading
So many rememberings. . . they crowd in and push at each other like shoppers at sales tables. Let them pass, there’s nothing there I need to hang onto. ©1994 Sharron R. McMillan
Where dark memories paralyze and drain, where what if replaces why not and can’t becomes the chant in tired brain. Don’t go there. Close the negative emulation, turn off the loudest incantation. Find one thought of positive vibration and go … Continue reading
Memories of Tigger intruded our walk through the trails today. She used to sit, just so, staring off intently at something out there.
Over and over Then more – over Be strong, take courage Be patient & persistent Don’t get discouraged It is what it is, but not what it seems Don’t delay, don’t give up The last stitch could mean Something … Continue reading
Life is as fleeting as an icicle appearing solid, permanent, strong. . . then gone. Only memory remains of light reflecting clarity, firmly attached beautiful unique now gone. Only sad drops remain. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Might as well go for Gold . . .
Light seeps into the sky behind ever-moving branches, trees, leaves – powerful shadows over back-drop of serene blue. Light bursts out, the day begins. . . I’ve seen this over and over again but never tire of this opening bit. … Continue reading
Fragments of thought splash the shattered cortex of my cerebellum, do not alight can not enter, only bounce about until settling somewhere inside my brain, lost forever in folds of intelligence, unable to decipher something so simple as a puddle. … Continue reading
Love you still. Sharron