The Blanket

The house smells amazing, she thinks, stepping back into its warmth after a trip into the cold to throw out the trash.  And I did this, I created this…(inhale) yum.   The aroma, a blend of meatloaf and silky gingered zucchini soup, is active memory.  It is a blanket woven both from childhood – threads of safety,  nourishment and comfort  –  and the present where she stitches fibers into her own child’s senses.  She wants to wrap herself in this blanket of memory, to be in the past, present, and future all at once, and maybe she is – side-by-side with each of her selves – content after all.

What are your thoughts?