Sunday Scribblings

Out of this world experiences are those that bring me into my essence.Those brief and celebratory moments where everything is ok, where I am at peace, and where the sensation is one of pure pleasure.I feel quite privileged to have had such precious moments of ease wrapped up with the excitement of living.I think in…

I just don’t get it. In that I fully don’t understand. At times what I don’t get is myself. Like why I have these habits. The temptations that I pretty much instantly regret having engaged in. Like having that extra pint, or talking myself out of a meal because I’m “not hungry”, or sleeping in…

Isn’t it funny.My mind is so mixed up.I’m not really focusing.Back from a 5 week trip to the land of masala chai, naan, palak paneer, sambar and idly for breakfast, honking horns, stinking pollution and fleas feasting on my ankles, auto-rickshaws, and “yes, m’am, of course m’am”,I must say, that the priorities are nothing buta…

Odorific. Fridge space. Baking soda crowded crispers liquifying onions (increasing the spaciousness). Egg cups fix albumin glued shell fragments only fingernails can free. Shelves hoard nearly empty peanut butter, pickle and jam jars we refuse to finish. Tupperware science experiments ripen the sour aroma. “Why is there so much fridge space?” The life cycle of…

  Moving through life has disgusted, polluted and contaminated my senses. It’s unavoidable. Still, filthy, grimy, visceral memories surface when I think of the foul experiences I have been a part of: Standing in a shower that doubled as a toilet. You can imagine my horror when, in a small village in India, I discovered…

Ahh…I breathe the tension out and feel the relief. Today’s prompt for Sunday Scribblings , Miscellaneous, takes a lot of pressure off me. Today I can write about an assorted mix of unrelated things, and I do not have to feel guilty for wandering away from the topic. Whhhhew. What a calm and peaceful sense…

I look over my shoulder, certain I’ll find someone cycling just behind me. A fellow traveler. I look left. No one. Right, nothing. Yet the sensation of warmth is alive and the hint of a shadow tricks my eyes. “Hmmmm….” Eyebrows furrowed, nose leading the way, I carry on. “Just shake it off, Jennifer. Illusions,…

“It’s not something I would usually do”, she said, blood rushing to her cheeks in a random, blotchy pattern and drawing tingly warmth to her ears. Her heart beat so fast that it warmed her scalp , and she felt sure that it was transforming her silvery-white hair back to the carrot orange colour it…

On my way home I tripped on a giant new crack in the sidewalk. Was it really new or did I just fail to notice it before? On my way home I entertained myself by crunching my boots in the new snow. New to me, but perhaps it had been there for awhile, possibly waiting…