Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Gossamer Thoughts

David Gray sings a song named Gossamer Thread. Intrigued by the lyrics, I looked the word up.

gossamer~ (1) a film of cobwebs floating in air in calm clear weather
(2) something light, delicate, or insubstantial gossamer of youth's dreams

I like this word.

When I was a teenager my dad told me I built too many sky castles.
He told me the same as a college student. As a young married woman starting a family, he told me when I got older I would understand. You can't build sky castles they fade away. Today as a grandmother with a wonderful marriage of 30 years, I still dream. Sure, my thoughts maybe be gossamer thoughts and I like that. I like that my thoughts can lightly float.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Comforts with Fever

Soft bed. Comforter pulled up under my chin. Window opened for a wee bit of fresh air. Family sounds hidden in a cloud of fever. Sick. The every muscle, joint, extreme head ache and eye ache kind of sick.
My sweet husband brings me juice, thermometer, fever reducer meds ,anything to help comfort me.

He even brings me my favorite scone from a local bakery.  I am secure, loved, not alone. With soft pillow cradling my bowling ball feeling head, my thoughts drift in and out.  

I dream sleep semi-conscious thoughts.  How did our ancestors deal with pain, flu, disease when traveling by wagon, train or boat?  The homeless. Hunger. Poverty world wide. Sickness totally alone. Fever with no blanket. Feeling abandoned. Scared.  The two days in bed with fever gave time for reflection. Grateful. Grateful for the every day luxuries of shelter, clean water, food and loved ones. I am a very rich woman.

I watched this documentary today.  Awareness once again of how rich and comfortable I am.