I’m thousands of kilometres away from “home” and I as I mow the lawn my mind trails and rouses memories… I remember a particular occasion my dad taught me to change the blades on the lawn mower.
The present smell of the lawn and the wrath of the sun, as I mowed, remind me of how dad taught me to canvas the grass for stones before mowing… I remember blisters and the pain that came with them as I worked our garden / yard besides just mowing the lawn.
I had an opportunity to go to Mozambique recently. I remember the countdown I did a few days before departure. As part of my preparation for the trip there were some things I had to see to before leaving. I was also reminded on some things about time.
I remember brainstorming with one of my team leaders about plans for meetings that were going to take place in my absence. I also attempted, to the best of my abilities, to prioritize some of the things in my diary at the office. I shuffled things up and down the priority and important lists.