Saturday, January 24, 2009

Sunday Scribblings - Pilgrimage

I feel invisible today. It's hard to describe. It's as if I crawled under the kitchen table and am peeking out from under the cloth. Everything is moving on around me, but I am at a standstill.

I'm not sad. I'm lost in a deep, reflective pool of thoughts and memories. It's a pilgrimage, a reviewing of dreams I had for myself. If I hold up a yardstick, how will they measure up?

Did I leave one by the side of the road somewhere? If I glance back, will it still be in sight... can I pick it up again, dust it off, and run with it? Will it mean as much to me as I imagined it would?

I feel a slight breeze moving the cotton cloth. I hear the windchimes just outside the door. It's a peaceful, funny place to be. I don't feel alone... just invisible... and safe.

Copyright January 2009 - ajj

Other Sunday Scribblings can be found here.


Giggles said...

Well done, I could feel the emotion! Yes pick that stick up and run with it....delve deep and you shall find things within you never even imagined....I can attest to that!!

Thanks for sharing!!

Nita Jo said...

Thank you for stopping by! This was a fun post to write. I could remember so clearly what it felt like to be a small child, hidden safely under the table. Sometimes it's nice to view the world from a forgotten perspective.