fuzzy

Things are getting fuzzy in our neck of the woods. The bare branches that have scratched like long fingers across the winter skies are softening up. Their outlines are no longer in sharp focus.  The greening leaf buds are blurring the edges and coloring our views.

My mother, born on the first day of spring, was reborn into heaven in the spring fifteen years ago.  If someone had asked me what day my mother passed away, I’d have said April 13.  But I was a little fuzzy on the exact date – it was actually April 14, 2003.  Yet I am clear about so many other details of her influence – her love and encouragement, her creativity, her sense of style, her housekeeping and financial habits, and her uplifting ways – all those linger still.

I wrote every day through the whole month of the March Slice of Life Story Challenge again this year, something I began in 2012. I haven’t been writing daily this month, and my writing brain is already becoming a bit fuzzy. I am slipping away from the fulfilling activities of noticing, pondering, evaluating, and wordsmithing that I was beginning to develop. And I feel like something is missing from the core of who I want to be. Fortunately I know how to get back on that path.

We began a remodeling project at our home last week, with the hoped-for end result a new kitchen, bath, stair railing, deck, and wood floor stain. Before the new can come in, the old must go out. I am already a bit fuzzy on how our old kitchen looked, but I look forward to the new spaces with a concentrated clear vision.

We recognize fuzzy because we also know what is clear. Here’s to shaking out the cobwebs and gaining new insights along the way.

5 thoughts on “fuzzy

  1. I like how your carried fuzzy through many different situations. I especially like your ending – it is because we also know what seeing clearly is that we can name fuzzy and strive for the clear. Thanks for sharing your writing today!

  2. Donna Smith says:

    I love the look of fuzzy greens starting to show! None here, but soon! It seems occur suddenly. Fuzzy can be good and bad! Glad you are unfuzzying your brain and getting back to noticing. Hope your remodel plans go as planned…or better. It is amazing how soon our brain can leave off the way things used to look when confronted with those changes!

  3. mrsday75 says:

    Fuzzy. I love how you wove this word throughout your slice. It’s one of my favorite ways to write. And I really was drawn in to the piece with this line, ” The bare branches that have scratched like long fingers across the winter skies are softening up. ” (I’m also jealous of your spring. We are preparing for another winter storm of 5-8 inches of the white stuff)

  4. Sometimes we need the fuzzy to help gain the clarity. You carried the fuzzy theme throughout your piece and took me to unexpected places with your thoughts. Here’s to hoping for more fuzzy before you see clearly again!

  5. GirlGriot says:

    I love this, the repetition/alteration of “fuzzy” is so well done! Good luck with your projects and with re-finding “clear”!

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