Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Pictures of Poppie and 200 Posts

As women, I think we are all entitled to wake up in the morning feeling nostalgic, sad and emotional for no good reason. Its a hormonal thing, I'm sure. This morning I woke up with a ball of tears at the back of my throat, just waiting for a valid (or not so valid) excuse to break free. And so why I would feel it necessary to go rooting through old pictures on day such as this I really couldn't say- but of course I did and of course it didn't take me long to find something to get teary over. One picture of my Poppie is all it took because a photo of him is not so much a reflection of his physical body, as a snapshot of whatever his thought or feeling was at that given moment in time, when with the flash of a bulb and the click of shutter, there captured forever in the folds and lines of his face, the contemplative, absorbed, mirthful, or tranquil expression of his soul.

Sometimes it is the setting in which my Poppie sits that brings rushing forth a wealth of memories- so that in one moment, with one look at a picture of him on his boat, surrounded by the ocean sound he loved, I am able to step back in time to join him there- to smell the salty water around us, feel the touch of a summer sun on my face and the gentle swell of waves under foot.

Some days my overactive imagination and overabundance of emotion feels more like a burden than a blessing. It is that abundance which most often defines me as a person, both for the good and the bad. But today it is that which has allowed me share in my Poppie's presence again and it is that which allows me to not leave him behind in memory and in time. And so today, for that, I am thankful.


Today Marks my 200th Post!...

July 12th, 2008 I started this blog as a outlet of personal expression and as a forum for creative writing practise. I never imagined how many wonderful people I'd meet or how much your comments would come to mean to me. Through this blog I rediscovered a passion for writing... a passion that has since set me on a course that may one day, if I'm lucky, shape my life. Thank you for coming along for the ride.

Y'all come back, ya hear?


  1. I was thinking of my grandpa today too.

  2. It must be a think of your Grandpa day. I too was thinking about my grandpa. I used to feed him grapes. I would hold them in my mouth to take the chill off for him!

  3. What beautiful memories you have of your grandfather.

  4. Once again Chelsi a beautifully written piece. Thank you!


  5. Hmmm... so you started after me - so roughly you have been posting twice as much as me! That is a lot of writing!

    Keep up the good work - your blog is always enjoyable for me!

  6. What a sweet post, Chelsi!!! As I have mentioned before, my grandfather was a pervert, but your Poppy remeinds me of my husbands' Uncle Bill (he passed away last summer).

    Now about that 80's post...Let me be the first to say "Amen sista!!!" I detest all clothing and hair styles from the 80's....although the 90's weren't much better..lol!!!

  7. Oh my friend I know all about those over active tear ducts. Especially the lat week. I wanted to thank you for your beautiful words. I am so glad I started this blog. I am nowhere near your 200 post. I do enjoy it and look forward to many more posts. Congratulations to you. Thanks for being my friend.

  8. I can definitely relate with you on being an overly-emotional person, both good and bad...just wait, it gets even better as you get older. Just a little somethin' for you to look forward to honey.

  9. Congrats on your 200th post! Loved the pics of your Poppie. It's obvious how special he was to you.