It’s been a rough week. We all have them. I haven’t felt well. The weather has been taunting us. After a record breaking March, April is showing her fangs. Mother Nature is reminding us she is in charge. Apparently, she has had a rough week too. And we all must suffer.
My girlfriends have done what girlfriends do. What girlfriends have done for generations. They showed me love and support. They listened, nodded in understanding. Hugs all around (I thank you, my peeps!)
One friend sent me the simplest gift that turned out to be so much more. A gift from childhood. Remember childhood? Sure you do. Running with bare feet through the dewy grass, still cold because the sun hadn’t had a chance to warm it yet. Lying on your back, looking up at the clouds that looked like zoo animals. Spending so much time trying to show your friends where the tail of the tiger was that the cloud eventually shape-shifted into something new.
Just thinking about childhood is relaxing. We lived in the moment. That was all there was. Our only agenda was how much fun we could cram into the day before the sun slowly lowered itself, almost without notice, until we couldn’t see without squinting. Porch lights came on, one after the other. Eventually our moms would call us for dinner and the dreaded bath.
As I’m writing this, I have a candle called “Tranquility” burning. The flicker of the flame is mesmerizing. It occurs to me that there should be a candle called “Childhood”. It would smell like wet grass, and sun, and summer. Maybe just a hint of wet dog. I would buy that candle.
What is your favorite childhood memory?