Past and Future... Remembrances
Lately I have been thinking allot about my life...about the past, growing up, people who have come into my life, and left my life. I have been going through a time of remembrance, pulling up faces and names from times gone by, places Ive been, things I have seen. I have had some beautiful times, remembering being young sitting on the prickly wild grasses on the prairie with the perfumed air smelling of wild clover, hay, animals, even the familiar smell of the cow manure was somehow comforting, lol, strange as that may sound. I remember the crispness in the air with patches of snow still on the ground, cold puddles and the hopeful sight of a crocus blooming in the midst of it all.
I remember going back home to the ocean where my family lives, I remember the smell of the sea salt, walking the beaches in search of fiddler crabs, shells and little treasures which may have washed up on the shore, feeling sure I would find something special and always going home with pockets full.
I remember in my teens having such a heart exploding crush on the boy in my class, I remember a torrential rain storm and getting caught in it the first time he walked me home, we ran under a camper that was parked in some driveway, he put his leather jacket around me and kissed me...my first kiss.
I remember being excited about waking up everyday, looking for any adventure or opportunity for an adventure, how I dared to do it all and thought about the consequences little. I remember not quite fitting in with the girls around me, I never knew where I fit...loving dancing, skating,singing,lace,dresses, heels,makeup... yet equally loving racing cars, dirt bikes, skidoo's, camping fishing, blue jeans and flannel...I was a contrast at every turn.
I remember my soul being crushed and I remember it soaring, I remember reaching for the sky and burying myself in the sand.
I remember having such hope...
Those were the yesterdays and I cherish them dearly, no matter what hurt there was, there was much beauty too, it was....
my life.
When I am old I hope to look back on this next half of my life and hold it as a treasure, as I do the first half. I hope to carry a love, and be carried through this last half, that stands the tests of time and builds the most wonderful remembrances.
I hope to remember a lovely life...my life.