Monday Memories

Since my friend, Mary, over at Living with Food Allergies and Celiac Disease, started Monday Memory (which takes place the last Monday of the month), I thought it was the perfect day to reminisce (of course, it’s not the last Monday of the month but, hey, you should know me by now)

Nearly all my best, childhood memories include my family. Sun soaked, water logged days spent swimming in Non and Pop’s pool with my brother, mom, and dad, inhaling the Intercoastal with its pungent, sulphur smell that smacked my sinuses, stalking the brown water, dockside, hoping to see a silver eel streak by.

Memories that also involve the Atlantic Ocean which was just a short walk across A1A from their condo, the mysterious body of water that housed millions of varieties of life.  Whose beaches I lay upon under moonlight, motionless, transfixed, watching as the dark, shadowy sea turtles came ashore to dig nests and lay their eggs. The buoyant salty waves that lapped at my soul. Tides which pulled life’s negativity, ugliness, harshness out to sea till they became little specks on the horizon.  

Just some of the magical powers of memory–like a small town revival with its hallelujahs and deception entangled under one tent.   Fortunately for me (and something most kids take for granted), I only experienced the Messiahs during childhood–the joys and carefree days which blurred into years that formed me like wet sand in the hands of a master sculptor. 

My being, my core, my inner child is grainy, sun streaked, and dampened by salt spray. My remembrances which I keep dusted and lovingly displayed in my heart are happy and messy. They leave sandy footprints behind as they traipse through the years to find me where I am now. They slip into my dreams and cover me in beach sunflowers. They resurrect my beloved Nonnie and Pop-Pop whose wrinkled hands stroke my sun bleached hair, whose dark, Italian eyes speak love, whose lips utter “mange” and “I love you.”

My memories are my buried treasure, coin upon golden coin, hidden from the surface, yet, shallow enough to dive for whenever life becomes overwhelming or hateful or unforgiving. They are my secret to survival. They are. . .and I am.





Tag–I’m it. Yogasavy writes her blog, Live, Laugh Breath and expresses her love of yoga as a way of living.  She is a bright spot during times of personal darkness and she is quick to encourage, write with empathy, and spiritually inspire (she is a yoga master AND rocks killer shoes)!  She says, “I am with many dimensions some more pronounced than others. I am not perfect and not seeking for perfection! Trying to understand my purpose here on earth. Learning to surrender to what is not in my control and to have faith in the universe for gently nudging me into the unknown. Am passionate and whole when teaching yoga. It is this practice that has taught me many life lessons and has force me to look deep within my depths…..”  
I am to answer a few questions about myself then pass the MEME on to other bloggers I enjoy. It’s a fun a fun way of getting to know me and the other bloggers. Do take the time to visit their sites.
Here goes:
1. If you could go back in time to relive one moment, what would it be?
    I would be back at Seagate as a child, on a sunny day, sitting by the ocean, and  wrapped in my grandparent’s loving embrace.
2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?
    Would have pursued my writing goals earlier in life.
3. What movie or TV character do you think you resemble most in personality?
    Good question. . . not a clue.  I will answer for a book character and it is Emily from Emily Climbs   by  L. M. Montgomery.
4. Which TV or movie character would you like to be?
    Again, TV not so much.  Book author, Ray Bradbury because he is unapologetic regarding his writings and he kicks ass and takes names!
5. If you could push one person in the whole world off a cliff and get away with it, who would it be?
    And you thought I would answer. . .
6. Name one habit you want to change in yourself.
Let’s see:  if the question were “about myself” it would be to drink less coffee.  Since it’s “in” myself, to be more at peace about things, people, events, I cannot change.
7. Describe yourself in one word.
8. Describe the person who named you in this MEME in one word.
9. Why do you blog? Answer in one sentence.
    Cathartic release of pent up emotions AND I love writing.
10. Name at least 3 people or more to send this MEME, and then inform them:
I enjoy visiting their blogs and reading about their lives, thoughts and opinions.  Thank you Sav!  xo

Loving Legacy

sometimes tucked
arms entwined hers
looped through his
crook a lady and
gentleman sauntered

other moments
gentle hands held
her right his left a
living bridge built
spanning 64 years

once in a while her
shoulder brushed his
while they traipsed
side by side a secure
distance between them

always for richer or
poorer in good times or
bad sickness or health
loved and cherished not
even in death did they part


This Friday Moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Photos – no words – capturing a moment from my week. A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

This moment is a ritual I found on life inspired by the Wee Man adopted from SouleMama and shared by Sarah – Jane.

Check out their blogs…. They are very interesting and inspirational to read, and if you are moved too, please leave a link to your Moments in the comment box below :-)