Go Back For Some Medicine


/nɒˈstældʒə, -dʒiə, nə-/  [no-stal-juh, -jee-uh, nuh-]  noun

1. a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home or homeland, or to one’s family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time: a nostalgia for his college days.
You can read an interesting psychologically based article about nostalgia here.
My life has changed A LOT over the last few years. In some ways, I am the same little girl who used to do more cartwheels while getting from point A to B than walking steps. I display many of the same facial expressions, laugh at similar things, and enjoy most of the activities (perhaps different versions) that I used to. In other ways, I see the world through a much different lens than I used to. I don`t interpret this as good or bad … I simply see it as life. I`m sure most people above the age of 5 could say something similar.
I do find, sometimes, that life changes so fast that I can barely keep up to it. In the military, I move every 3-4 years if I am lucky enough to remain posted to one location for that long. I meet hundreds of new people through my experiences and travels. My social status has changed a few times in the last few years. You get the point.
In a life of change where memories seem to dull, the power of my mind always amazes me. There have been times that it has completely taken my body over to a negative energy and there have been times that in the most chaotic circumstances I have been able to reach a ‘safe place’ in my mind that has positively manifested itself physically in my body. Every once in a while a sensory perception will act as the catalyist for a moment of nostalgia. I love it when that happens because whatever I smelled, saw, tasted, heard or touched normally reminds me of something positive from my life and then it usually rolls into other positive memories. Do you ever catch yourself walking alone on the sidewalk and smiling because you smelled the Christmas tree smell? Or you heard a Sean Paul song that reminded you of some great girl (or guy) bonding moment? Or you heard the ocean for a moment and thought that you were home?  Do you have any moments of nostalgia that you might be willing to share?


  1. Farrah Collette says:

    A couple weeks ago I went to an evening yoga class in Baltimore. After the class, I was walking back to my car when I peered down a side ally that lead to the harbour water. I don’t usually suggest going down a dark ally in Baltimore, but my curiosity took control. When I reached the water it was as if I found my hidden treasure of “home”; all the boats were rocking under the moonlight and the dock wood was weathered from the brackish water. I heard the noise of metal clinking and fish jumping here and there. I had great feeling of nostalgia as I remembered the times when I was in high school and would seek solitude at the town wharf, trespassing onto the boat slips to sit and listen to those same sounds. That feeling of nostalgia connected those moments of past and present together, serving as a reminder that the future moments are not always as lost and frightening as they seem when living a young life of transition and motion.


  2. Angie says:

    I’m sitting here by that “home” ocean and a four wheeler just flew down the road with a young person on it, (obviously old enough to drive a four wheeler on the road and not be afraid of the authorities!) and it reminded me of the long 500 meter walk home after dumping my boyfriends motorcycle in the ocean, TOTALLY BY ACCIDENT. HONEST! I ran out of road before I found the brakes. Two wheels not four, but nevertheless, wind in my hair and a smile on my face, well, for a short time anyway. Then I began to think of all the beach parties we had on Grand Manan, walking home with my gitar and smelling like soot. So it is true Ash! One little thought leads to another little memory and pretty soon I’m laughing to myself, looking for someone to tell a story to without my mother finding out!!! Hahahaha! I love to laugh. :o)


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