of shoes and ships and sealing wax

New space. Live journal seems sort of messy, old. Maybe it has baggage I need to leave behind. Others have moved on to bigger, bolder, bloggier things and maybe my time has come. A new found space of reflection, memories, rhymes, and simplicity. Of course I still have my tried and true composition notebook, with life as I see it no holding back, and snip-its and tidbits of things found.

Thinking of times spent years ago in the park in segog. The little path from grandma's right to the park, with random bits of peoples lives in the woods. Rusty bed springs, and old back pack, shoes worn beyond the wearable. All pieces of treasure in my 6 year-old eyes. It's strange how much our imagination changes. Things go from being interesting and explorable, to pieces of trash someone dropped in the woods. A 1/2 block walk through the woods I took so so many times. I don't remember anything but the woods and a slide. A huge slide. The ladder seemed to take forever to climb, I wonder if it really is as big as I think. I found this comic that fit it just ever so perfectly. It just fits the place my mind has been lately. Wondering if all of the things from when I was young are still as amazing and beautiful. Part of me wants to revisit places, but I am worried things will not be the same in 19 year old eyes I have now. Though working with kids at Nettleton has opened up more doors of imagination, and being able to see the joy in so many things. Seeing the things I have lost or misplaced over the years is changing the way I look at everything. Why can't things be amazing time and time again?



Actual post date-
Monday, February 18, 2008