SoCS The Blanket Tells a Story

summer is late this year in the southern hemisphere but surely this week’s cold snap was the last one of the season. whatever I’m putting away my electric blanket today

I remember mummy folding and putting our thick woolly blankets away in the hall cupboard on the first day of October every year and any cold snap after that had to be endured with stoicism because after all it is officially summer. life seemed to be so full of certainties in those days when I was growing up routines to be followed traditions to be upheld authority to be acknowledged and obeyed. putting away the blankets on the first day of summer represented the certainty that winter was over that summer would arrive shortly that life held the promise of enjoying long hot days in the sun at the beach or in the swimming pool for a long blissful summer that remained woven into my memories of times long past

but winter always returned like clockwork. the blankets came out of the cupboard and were inspected for moth-eaten holes and loose threads. out came the needles and thread and I had to help repair where possible a job I hated but dared not utter an objection to learning to be responsible. sometimes the blankets became so threadbare that they had to be replaced. not unlike some other things in life. relationships unravelling children growing up and leaving the nest beloved pets lost. like Mummy’s blankets some things can be repaired but other things not and must be replaced. or lost forever. sometimes there is relief to be found in letting such a blankety thingy go sometimes the loose threads unravel your mind and strangle your heart making it hard to carry on. but carry on we must. this is the time to be adulting. Mummy is gone

time itself can be a security blanket lovingly wrapped around our bodies our hearts our emotions. and peace can only be found once we learn to accept what the blanket of time throws at us. we learn to accept and endure the cold shivering under thin threadbare blankets and we find joy in in the the thick warm blankets of love security and certainty. this is our lives our memories the story of our lives. they are all part of the same tapestry. the blanket of time.

even the frayed parts of our blankets have a story to tell.

Linda said: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “blanket.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

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