Rambling on about feeling nostalgic….

What makes me feel nostalgic? What makes me have a sentimental, wistful longing for happy times, places, or reminisce about people I miss…. To be honest, it takes little for that at this age. I wake up and watch the sunrise, remembering mornings with Michael, up before dawn, the smell of coffee brewing, the noise of the news in the background. I cook, and what I make reminds me of family dinners, Mama, the grandmothers, and holidays. I hear trains and remember my childhood rides on the Nancy Hanks with Ma Reeves to Atlanta. I look at fishing poles and remember happy days at the pond or lake with Daddy and Pawpaw. I go to the farmstand and think about Pappy and the garden and the love he had for growing. These are all memories… Happy memories, the memories that made me who I am, of the people who made me. Nostalgia comes for me with sights, sounds, and smells… It comes from sitting and daydreaming, from remembering… Today, the last day of the year, has been one already of wistful longing… Oh, but for life to be filled with those I miss, the times that I treasure, and the people I love now…. As I say often, an Ole’ Woman needs a dream….

Happy New Year today to you, may you look back with a sentimental, wistful heart and enjoy what you see there…. and ahead find peace and joy.