Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I pretend it’s 1974.
There’s a landline in the hallway.
A black & white TV. Two channels. No remote.
A transistor on the kitchen windowsill.
A record player in the lounge room. For special occasions.
My mind stills.
My nervous system settles.
Then I think,
I should blog about this.
7 Replies to “Be still and remember”
Biggest love heart as I remember the sound of my Dad’s early morning bathroom-kitchen-front door-truck door-exits…. every day throughout my childhood and adolescence… and how at around 3.30/4 every afternoon the dog would know he was home well before we heard his truck rumbling up the hill and around our corner.
Beautiful! I love those daily rhythms, they’re so poetic. x
Too busy at work at the momenr for Social Media, most emails and most TV. Oh the freedom ☺
Breathe away, Artelle!
I just read this again. Makes me happy. 🙂
smiling silly reading this.. ahhhhh yes
Lol Silly is always good! Thanks for commenting, Kara. x 😉