Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with ‘pre’.” Find a word that starts with “pre” and use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
This planet, Earth, is precious. If only more people would realize how precious our natural world is.
Time is precious. It zooms by even when we thought it was crawling. Time can be deceptive in that way.
The word precious means of great value. I didn’t look it up, I just think that’s what it means. Value. We value different things, but we all have things in common.
The word precious has sometimes been used in a derogatory way: Well, isn’t she precious, with a snarky tone (or maybe in a genuine tone which would be complimentary) Gollum in Lord of the Rings calls his object of addiction, the ring, “Precious.” That of course is creepy, so let’s not go there.
Now, I have an earworm of the song, Precious and Few … are the moments we two can share… from the early 70s I think. Sigh. I don’t want to write about that. Why not? I liked it in the 70s. But that was then and this is now. Now as in the present moment, a topic or focus on mindfulness meditation which I am trying to practice more.
Still, there’s something to be said for nostalgia – good memories. Like the ones that came up when we visited Wilmington for Fat Tuesday/Shrove Tuesday, Mardi Gras in a low key church potluck kind of way. We went to our old church in Wilmington because David missed the oyster roast/potluck they do every year instead of a pancake supper. We took Marley who was a very good boy and stayed two nights at a Kure beach motel that was very pet friendly.
I had not predicted the strong feelings of nostalgia and discomfort as we drove across the Cape Fear River into Wilmington. It felt like we should turn left to go “home” to our old neighborhood. You don’t live in a house for almost 40 years and not feel like you’re supposed to go in that direction. We did not go that way. I miss the old neighborhood, but I think it’s the fond memories tickling my brain. I do NOT miss the abundance of mosquitoes, or the big cockroaches we called “waterbugs” so prolific in warm climates, or the heavy humidity of summer that does not lift at night. David and I both agreed we do NOT miss the traffic of a city growing so fast. I do not miss the parking meters, though I sometimes miss access to all kinds of stores and restaurants. I guess that’s where the traffic comes in. It was nice to smell the ocean, but it’s also nice to smell the earthy freshness of the foothills and nearby mountains.
Where we live now is closer to my grown kids and grandkids. Where we live now has FIREFLIES that will emerge soon! We see snow in winter and sometimes deer from the back deck. The summer nights are cool. Where we live now is where I prefer to be. I want what I have.
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow’s a mystery.
Today is a gift.
That’s why they call it, the present.
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Below are photos of Wilmington traffic, a restaurant I DO miss and a view of the river front from the bridge:




…and Kure Beach:






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