came from a bit of a sad spot i was in but out of a desire to make the most of time
As I age, I fear as did Keats, Longfellow and Tennyson
That I will leave this world
Well before I have written, accomplished, and contributed
All that I feel I am able
My desire is to slow down and re-visit
The much-loved places that have shaped my life
Like Longfellow looking down upon his home, I too wonder,
Who has changed most-my surroundings or myself?
And the precious friendships past and present
I want to relive in peace all that I have loved
I want to build new memories and sort through the old
Knowing that I, like Frost,
Have miles yet to go before I sleep,
Before, I too, am gone
Forever and forever
I felt this way, oneday...
I went back and traced my steps, visited all the places I had walked, all the doors I once opened, I took pictures as I went from memory to memory. The smell of my old grade school still smelled the same, the doornobs still turned, the pews of the churches I sat in as a child, still there...I had left and went away, but when I returned...I realized, nothing really changes, yeah sure, even a building was missing here and there, and housing develops build up around old homesteads, but, really it all brought back everything I felt while I was once there, and therefore am again...The thoughts, the feelings, the smells, etc...they were rushing back in as if I never left. So, if it's a sad memory, I stay clear, for why wallow in sad when there are so many other places to explore! And, hopefully, they are happytimes ahead!
Loved the write...Karen~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Wonderful write and the pictures of your childhood remind me of my own, same time frame or close to it I would say. Yes we do have miles to go but we live each day, or I would like to think, a little wiser as we age and apprciate how much there is to lose.
Reflections and Nature Watercolors is a collection of Margaret's spontaneous positive thoughts in celebrating and reflecting on life and her nature watercolors.
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I went back and traced my steps, visited all the places I had walked, all the doors I once opened, I took pictures as I went from memory to memory. The smell of my old grade school still smelled the same, the doornobs still turned, the pews of the churches I sat in as a child, still there...I had left and went away, but when I returned...I realized, nothing really changes, yeah sure, even a building was missing here and there, and housing develops build up around old homesteads, but, really it all brought back everything I felt while I was once there, and therefore am again...The thoughts, the feelings, the smells, etc...they were rushing back in as if I never left. So, if it's a sad memory, I stay clear, for why wallow in sad when there are so many other places to explore! And, hopefully, they are happytimes ahead!
Loved the write...Karen~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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