Many of our childhood memories are rooted deep in our minds, only to spring forth when we least expect it giving us glimpsing moments of pleasure or even pain. I think about this often lately, as the pressures of everyday life weigh down on my shoulders. Often, I don’t even realize that I have gone to one of those deep places that have been seeded away awaiting for the light to spring forth and make itself known.
I often wear my hair back in a headband to keep my thick, wavy hair off of my face. My father has told me several times that this made me look just like his mother, Laura. I think about that often lately and of the memories I have of her and the house down by the river. They instill me with inspiration to clarify my existence, simply my life and explore new possibilities.
Please join me as I relive some of these memories, create new ones and use them as inspiration to better my life and yours.
Gooseberries and Pawpaws 