Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Train station

This morning I felt as if a never ending train of thoughts was passing through my head. One just lead to the next and circled back through again. What I wouldn't do to be able to pick up the phone and talk to my Dad. Moments like this I want him to be here to run this train of a MILLION thoughts by him, get some feedback and advice. He has been here before and would know what to say.

I can recall the millions of times I would call or just hang out and chat with him on stuff going on in my head and he could lay it out on the table and make me see it for what it is.

The breeze, the ringing from the wind chimes, him asking for a massage and the words of wisdom that flowed from his mind into mine.

Thinking back, I am sure he made sure to pour as much wisdom out as possible, not just for my benefit, but to ensure he got an extra long massage.


Anonymous said...

I suppose that's what you would call an symbiotic relationship. Hee hee.

Jane Doe said...

You're good with laying things out on the table and seeing it for what it is! I just emailed you all of what is on my mind. HELP!