The daily prompt :Burnt, lamenting the things you couldn’t save

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fires, mementos, nostalgia, postaday2013, saving, sentimental value, value

The daily prompters have been on a negative bend lately. Their latest is to write about the items that you couldn’t save from your “burning home” and to tell them how it makes you feel. It’s difficult typing from the couch which is what these prompts have been making me think of, sessions on the therapists couch, but these are really sad, hang on while I grab myself a box of Kleenex.

The baby boy drew this veloceraptor at the tender age of 5

the baby girls entrance into the art gallery at the fair when she was four

 

the baby boy’s self portrait when he was 14

the baby girl’s first oil painting when she was 10

These are the art works that I would have been crying my eyes out as the “flames” were engulfing my home. Both of my children absolutely loved coloring, drawing, painting and everything else to do with hands on artistic expression. It was wonderful and each year; my mother-in-law proudly entered both of their masterpieces in the Blandford Art fair. However for some reason, once they both entered adolescence, their fascination and interest in art  went away completely. That is why these pieces, we have more, are so precious. They are irreplaceable since they both refuse to pick up a crayon, a piece of charcoal or a paintbrush. I know the talent is there in both of them, but they aren’t interested in pursuing it so I have to hang onto my precious masterpieces, because I will never get another piece of art work out of either one of them again. Sniff, sniff.

 

 

 

 

Taking anything for granted; how do I stop?

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feet, head, painful, painless, postaday2013, taking things for granted, value

Are all of you like me and forget that various body parts exists? I go through days, weeks and even months not even acknowledging my brain works in real time; aside from the fact that it is in constant use, not that I am consciously in tune with the fact that my brain is in constant motion; that is until the day comes that my brain starts to hurt. As soon as the brain starts hurting, that is when I am very cognizant of the fact that I have indeed a brain really attached to my body and pain receptors and that my brain is most definitely miserable. This headache has been plaguing me for two days and I finally broke down and took two ibuprofen but to no avail, this headache is nasty. I’m still able to read and write but in very small doses and I am operating on serious slow motion; any sudden movements starts the pain to lance in my head and that is most definitely not wanted. I wonder if this is in relation to the insane cold spell we are going through? It has been around zero degrees outside for two solid days; trust me in that I am counting the days to Monday when the temperatures will at last come back up to 30!

Another instance where I take a body part for granted is when I abuse my feet until the day I get a blister or I sprain one of them. I have sprained each one of my feet on different occasions several times and you forget how completely vital your feet are to independence until they are rendered useless for a relatively short time. I have bony knees and I have spent days crawling on my hands and knees around the house due to a sprained foot and boy did my knees pay the price. I am so uncoordinated that I was a hazard to myself using crutches, so it made my life safer crawling.

I am reading this as I type and I apologize if it seems disjointed; my brain is disjointed, but I think that overall I made my point. I shouldn’t take anything in my body for granted, I must respect my body parts and treat them with kindness because when they are unhappy, I am unhappy.

What your possessions say

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gifts, handmade, possessions, postaday2012, sentimental value, value

My stamp collection because though it may not be large or valuable, it is extremely valuable to me for sentimental reasons because my grandfather gave it to me. Two framed mirrors that my father sculpted, he had a small business when I was a little girl making plates, candlesticks and other things out of pewter and he also sculpted and gilded frames, so I have two of them and they as well hold much sentimental value, my books because they are very much my friends, my wedding rings and every other piece of jewelry that my hubby has bestowed upon my over the years, they are important to me because they remind me of how much my hubby enjoys spoiling me, all of the handmade cards and gifts that my babies have made for me because if ever I need a smile on my face or a lift in the heart; all that I have to do is look on my mantle and there are two handmade gifts, one from the baby girl and the other from the baby boy.

The only things that I truly value, all have an emotional attachment and a story connected to them, otherwise a possession in my opinion is only a thing.