Tuesday, March 25, 2025

The Pinning Board

 


Writing helps explore the depths of my thoughts.  


Feelings and memories are flitting around in my head like butterflies.


I chase one down, holding it gently until I can mount it on paper.  


Then, I go after another  and mount it on paper. 

And another. 


And another. 


At last my thoughts are as clear as the summer sky.  


I look at the butterflies of my soul, 


No longer free to fly, but mounted on paper.  


I sadly look at those beautiful memories


Stabbed and still.


no longer flying



photo from Thanksgiving Point

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Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.