Sunday, 22 July 2018

The things I think about . . .

Sometimes my brain wanders off on journies of its own.  Where will it take me today? 

thinking ˈ
θɪŋkɪŋ/ noun noun: thinking

1. the process of considering or reasoning about something. "the selectors have some thinking to do before the match" a person's ideas or opinions. "his thinking is reflected in his later autobiography"

synonyms: reasoning, idea(s), theory, thoughts, line of thought, philosophy, beliefs; More conclusions; opinion(s), view(s), point(s) of view, viewpoint(s), position, outlook, judgement, assessment, evaluation "the agency explained the thinking behind the campaign" archaic thoughts; meditations.

 plural noun: thinkings "I am wrap'd in dismal thinkings"

adjective adjective: thinking
1. using thought or rational judgement; intelligent. "he seemed a thinking man"

On one of our very first trips to Germany together, Todd and I were wandering down the cobbled streets in Frieberg, hand in hand . . .  and we came across a street which was totally draped in Wisteria.

It was woven into the very plasterwork of the walls . . .  and hung across the street from one side to the other, all the way down the whole street . . . it's deep purple clusters all magically etherial . . . seemingly placed there just for our wonderment and pleasure.   

I didn't know what Wisteria was at the time. I had never seen nor heard of it before. I only knew that the sight of this cobbled street with all of those beautiful hanging purple flowers draped across it took my breath away with it's beauty and the surprise of it all.  Forever etched in my mind.  I will never forget the sight.  

Pansies.  I love pansies.  Next to Sweet Peas, they are my favourite flowers.  They have such sweet little faces.  No wonder that another name for them is "Hearts  Ease."  Just to gaze into their eyes, brings such  sweet and tender feelings into my heart. 

I came across some in my old bible the other day.  They had been pressed between it's pages, placed there with love and tenderness many, many years ago . . . the first blooms ever given to me by a boy, now a man . . . their blossoms plucked from my mother's front garden in a moment of impulse, with a measure of joy.  

I was reminded of the very moment they had been given to me . . . a moment filled with breathlessness, and the tender sweetness and innocence of first love.  So too . . . they are a reminder to me that you can love someone deeply,  and yet at the same time dislike them with an equal passion.

A reminder to always dwell on the good, and forget the bad if you can.

Keys . . . our lives are full of keys.  They may not look like keys, but they are keys all the same.  Smells and sounds and textures that unlock the doors to our memories . . . bringing back special feelings and longings since forgotten, but not really . . . they were just waiting for the right key to open the door and let them out.

Keys . . . that we use to lock up the things in our hearts that we would rather not think about, or feel, or remember.

Keys . . . that can open the doors to brighter futures and new lives . . .  if we would only take a chance and turn the key in the lock . . .  what are we afraid of?  Change seldom comes easy, but is often  worth far more than  the angst and trouble that  it takes to get from here to there.  

 Sunny summer days and picnics in the park.  That sound of insects humming in the air and the smell of warm grass, chattering voices, happy laughter, butterflies flitting here and flitting there.  Special looks exchanged between lovers and friends, a verse or two read out loud from an old book . . . words that have meaning only to you, and to him.  Secret glances, coy looks from lowered lashes, a blush or two . . .  or even three.  Can we ever go there again?  

Oh yes . . . oh yes . . . I just did. 


Warm snuggles and wet kisses . . . paws that smell wonderously like popcorn.  I like to bury my nose in them and in her soft warm belly and just breathe her into my heart.   There is a special place deep within . . .  that is reserved only for her.  It will always be her place . . . the letters M -I - T - Z - I - E are carved there indelibly and this spot will never belong to another.  I never thought I could love with such a passion again.  She proved me wrong. I am glad. 

My life is oh so good . . .  and filled with joys and moments and love and blessings.  It is filled with chance and opportunity, and thankfully . . . a heart that is not afraid to embrace them, each and every one.  I find joy in simple things.  I find peace all around me.  It's always been there, and always will be . . . like a well that I can draw from and drink deeply of it's sustenance whenever I  wish and choose to do so.

I pray that today . . . it is the same for you. 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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Enter His gates with thanksgiving
and His court with praise,
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I've done a tutorial on making Meringues in the kitchen today . . .  little puffs of crisp, sweet billowing air . . .  

May your Sunday be a good one.  Don't forget!

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And I do too! 


  1. Hi. Marie...I think at last....think ! I can now get back to seeing your blog every day. My friend Val was in yesterday and showed me where all the blogs that I used to follow were....mind you I tried last night and it didn't work but this morning here I far though I havnt found how to read your previous days...but I will keep trying......Anyway your two fav. flowers are also mine, unfortunately my sweet peas have not come to anything two reasons I think one they could have got caught with the frost, or the other reason may have been that Lyn planted seeds of nasturtiums not expecting them all to fron of the sweet peas....they did and I think the sweet peas had not grown enough year I will have another pansies have just gone over succumbed to the heat I think even though they were watered.....anyway will go now but hope to be back later xxxxx

    1. So happy that Val was able to sort it out Sybil. I do miss when I don't hear from you. Our flowers are not doing as well this year due to the drought, but we can't complain really as we so very seldom have this type of weather to enjoy! Love you! xoxo

  2. You sound so content and happy.Wonderful!!Bon Dimanche marie!

  3. What a wonderful Sunday reflection this morning. Hope your day is a happy one !

    1. Thanks very much Pam! I am very slow to visit this week. I hope your day is a very happy one also! xoxo

  4. Hi Marie~

    Oh yes, thoughts . . . so many thoughts just wander around in my brain day to day. Sometimes, I can hardly think . . . because I am thinking too much!

    I loved your thoughts on keys. When I worked, there were so many really confidential things that I knew that had to be locked away. I remember thinking to myself - I will just put these things in a "brain file drawer" and lock it up. You know what? I can't even remember those things today! I'm pretty sure that I threw that key away.

    That first photo of the Wisteria is amazing! I can't even imagine it, it's a good thing you have a photo . . . just gorgeous!! How lucky you were to walk down that street with your sweetheart!

    I also love pansies, I love to look at them, especially in the morning when they are still a little bit wet from the dew, they are happy flowers.

    Summer and love just seem to go hand in hand. I started dating Bobby in the summer. I had an eight-track tape (boy, that just dated me!) of oldies that we used to play in his pick-up truck. When I hear one of those old songs, it just brings me back to those warm summer nights. I remember laying on the grass one summer night when he proposed to me . . . it was magical.

    I know what you mean about loving a cute little furry friend with all your heart, I feel the same way about my big old, Cole dog. He just makes my heart melt. As he gets older - 10 now - I can hardly think about losing him, it brings me to tears every time.

    I love your recipe for Meringues. I found out that one of my health issues is, gluten intolerance. It makes me very ill. I also have gout, who knew! So I have been taking meds for that that make me feel awful as well. I have been diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder on top of all of that, so I will be going to see a specialist in the next month or two, he takes forever to get into. Old age isn't very fun.

    Anyway, your meringues are something I can eat . . . for a very special treat.

    Much love to you and Todd, you are a special friend, and I love you!

    Hugs and Love,

    1. Barb, I am so sorry you are dealing with so many health issues at the moment! Praying it all gets sorted soon and you are back to feeling normal! Love and hugs to you and Bob! xoxo

  5. How I love it when you do this kind of thinking and musing; I guess is a good word too. I loved reading all of this one. You are so poetic in your writings. This was a fun one. I loved your definitions, thoughts on differnt keys to unlock, Mitzie and etc. It was all fun. Blessings and hugs!

    1. Thanks very much LeAnn! I guess I have the heart of a creative writer! Love you! xoxo


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