nichola
My first thought was tattoo not taboo and I can't get the vivid images of tattoos out of my mind! But focussing on taboo - well, very little seems to be taboo these days doesn't it? Does that make me sound very old!? It is just that personal lives and shocking headlines are everywhere!
My nephew is a miracle. It is a simple and as truly wonderful as that. My nephew is beautiful. I am never happier than when I watch him gurgle and writhe happily on his play mat or when he looks at me through his wide, glassy clear eyes- the deep pools. And I wonder what he can really see.
I want to be better organised with my time. I want the sun to come out but I don't want it to be as opressive as yesterday. I want to be slimmer and more agile and energetic. I want to have a better memory. I want to write more. I want to be able to sing better.
Yes - this word is still used in this way... 'She has a bit of a crush on him,' 'I had a massive crush on that 80's pop band.' Crush. We crush ice. We crush eachother as we squees onto the tube...
The station in Shropshire after the workshop was so isolated. It felt like we were on a film set. There were no screens telling as the times of trains, no staff and no phone. And our mobiles had no signal! Would not have wanted to be there alone - especially after dark! There always seems to be green benches on these types of platforms. And one sheltered seated area where everyone huddles to keep out of the wind and rain. And chewing gum. Always chewing gum stuck to the bench. Stations placed amongst stunning scenery.
I forget people's names & it drives me mad. I forget details that people tell me sometimes & that drives me mad too. But some things, some days - some words that have been spoken to me - I never forget. There is no fear of forgetting a certain emotional chord that has been struck, a meaningful smile or an embrace.
Ah - chalkboards seem to be only used for retro affect now (except by my dad - who uses a small board on his kitchen wall to write his reminder list with white chalk!). Makes me think of the third year at junior school copying off the board and realising how short sighted I was.
I remember the rain earlier - pounding on the brand new surprise skylight in our hallway and the bedroom window. A dark shadow had come over the room and I felt both dragged down by it and also comforted - as I was safe and dry inside.
There is so much that isn't forgotten and our memories surprise us every day - flashing across our minds when we least expect it. Sometimes it is as if we were watching a movie - a slow motion movie of our own lives, full of laughter and tears.
It makes me think of the USA when I hear this word. Intersection. It is very succint isn't it? Crossroads. Junction. Lots of options & different directions in which to go. Some could be life changing, some more subtle.
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