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Rise and shine! It's a new day! Beautiful words to wake up to! Make the most of your da!
Oh, the past! How you have fun times, and how you haunt me. The joy . The misery. They are both part of you. Is it good to remember? Is it good to reflect? Is it beneficial? How? For who? What steps do indeed to take to make it so? These are the questions I must ask and re- ask at the end. All of it made me, shaped me, is a part of me. I can't forget. Nor would I want to.
My first memories are from childhood. Oh, those days of wonder and enjoyment. Of simple life. Grass. Home. Textiles. Food. Cooking. Running. Playing. Creating. Learning. Becoming. The words themselves are what makes me. What was important in my life. Someone else would've had the same experiences yet different words and meanings would come to them. Yet theses, these are what I remember and cherish. The outdoors. The earth. The real ness of simple life. The love and nourishment of family and relationships and trust and forgiveness and support and fun and living. The different textures in grass, sky, tree trunks, swing sets, mud, hair, skin, blankets, carpet, sheets, plates, utensils, toys, so much more. But why do these come to my mind first?
Play and the joy of being outside and on your own, in your own little world, but a big world to you. Creativity and the seriousness of it in play. The side yard with the shade, a tree, a swing set and grass. How we loved it and lived there and played and created our world and joy there! The wonder of childhood! The mud pies and how much fun they were to make! The sharing and working teeth with brothers and friends to create and live in our made up world. The communication developed that way and the independence. Do children still get this today? The trips to the neighboring woods as we grew older and the wonder of discovery and continued joy in creating newer, more sophisticated worlds with a touch of mystery added! The pain of encountering.