It’s morning time and I am sitting on the deck listening to the birds sing in the sunshine. The robins are especially noisy with a few grackles trying to compete for sound space. I have the yard to myself at this time of day with no little kids visiting their grandparents on either side of my home and yard. Breakfast waits until as late as possible while I enjoy a windless morning though the temperature is only 9 Celsius.
The forecast for the day is +23 with only a breeze in sunshine. That means we will go for a walk into the countryside later this morning, a clothed walk. Once that is done, I am getting out my trusty rake to rid the front lawn of winter thatch before mowing the lawn. That has been delayed because of a lack of rainfall this spring.
I get to go for my second Covid19 vaccination tomorrow morning, something that I have been looking forward to for some time. I have a strong feeling that I will need it as we are on the cusp of opening everything up on the Canadian prairies. All but one of my children and grandchildren, with the exception of the 2 and 4 year old’s, have at least their first vaccination done. I am so looking forward to the day the border between Canada and the USA opens up so that I can visit once again our middle child’s family. Zoom isn’t the same as face-to-face.
Relationships. Our lives are centred around our relationships, and I don’t mean only the “couple” versions of relationships. Extended family, neighbours, work mates, and even those people whom we could easily categorise as undesirables. I have to add to this list, people who are no longer in our lives but whom have touched our lives in one manner or other.
If a person ends up in therapy, there is always an issue about relationships. Our issues, whether we seek mental-health therapy options or not, are grounded on these relationships that go back to the first interactions between infant and adult. No one escapes these issues. How we deal with them is a different story.
I am bringing up this topic because of my recent foray into my older journals. I am trying to clean them up so that they aren’t messy, at least the journals that exist in digital form. The paper-based journals are a different story. They will remain as they are. The digital journals often have images included. The words tell a story and the images amplify the stories told. I guess you could say that a person’s blog site or Twitter feed, and cousins such as Facebook and Instagram do the same. It is amazing what is revealed, even when one doesn’t intend on revealing closely guarded glimpses into one’s inner psyche.
Do you journal your life? How do you tell your story in your own words? Social media? Do you rummage around the past through images? What do you avoid and why? How do you process what you find in those words and images?
Somethings to think about.