In search of youth 

Thoughts filled my head last night while I lay me down to sleep, I’d like to think it was sugarplums dancing there but alas, nothing as beautifully choreographed as that. It was thoughts of things I took for granted then, the simple joys of innocents times, television that catered to enriching a young mind, songs playing on the little plastic box that ran a slide of images that went along with the songs, nursery rhymes perhaps, but I remembered the gingerbread man song in particular. I’ve always had a fondness for sweet things, played the game candy land while pretending that each little land visited was real. A land of make believe to hide away from truths of the actual life lived. I escaped into different worlds, and with writing now, perhaps still do in a way but not as escape, just to ear mark the moments and thoughts that pass through my life, moments that I can’t take for granted…moment that make me, well, me.

Which brings me to cookies. I love cookies. I no longer eat cookies, unless I happen to be in Publix and feel my sugar running low, then one small sixteen cent sugar cookie to boost the brain back into proper order. I eat the biscotti thins, pistachio ones at one hundred calories, not too sweet but just enough. Now keep in mind, as a kid I could devour an entire package of Oreos….back then they weren’t super sized like they are now, and my little sister and I would buy a pound Hershey bar with almonds, hole up in our room at night and play rummy I think it was, with the night breezes blowing in our windows cooling us down as we listened to the radio and laughed, talking long past when we should have been sleeping. Licorice was another favorite, big bags of strawberry twizzlers. Vinegar chips, etc….the list is endless. Memories like that make me smile and today I watched a video of my sister leading her chorus in a vibrant playful song, under the sea from the little mermaid. It made me so proud to see her. Body language spoke volumes, she was a kid again and it took me back to when I was young and in chorus, singing, and happy, just plain old having fun. I imagine us at the end of our days and I know the gifts she’s given to her students, the Impact she’s made on so many young minds. It left me so very proud and I must say, Teary eyed too.

She’s coming to visit next month with her husband and three sons, and I know we won’t be up late eating hard earned Hershey bars or slipping out for a Friendlys Reeses pieces sundaes, not even a big glass of Nestles chocolate milk….but what we will have is laughter, and love and that’s enough for me to be grateful for just thinking about it. Cheers Sis! Looking forward to the happy moments together again. 

This is how I look thinking of life…..such a blessing, leaving me in awe. Gotta love the Minions….

It shall pass

In ancient places words live
soft, unspoken pieces
like ancient ghosts carving verse on clouds,
they will come to us in dreams,
waking us from the sleep so very deep
carrying us back in time
to our beginning,
leaving us questioning
the truth of our souls.
The trees will move past,
beyond our control they will move forward
as we sit and ponder their mysteries
they will shroud us in their canopy
sustaining our breath
yet continually exceeding our grasp,
branches too far
too high,
to climb.
We will see the light break through
as the wind meanders through their leaves
and we take comfort in their shade,
they will cover all we’ve imagined important
laying to waste with their might
surviving past our feeble days
strong and rooted
in the Mother earth,
grasping for life as we ponder fate,
they dont wonder
they just exist and move on
stronger and mightier
than cloud words that drift
out of view.
Majestic visions speak of time
when we were fragments of stars
and trees began as a small seed
planted in the mind
and taking root
exceeding the places man built brick by brick,
encompassing the city
of our dreams,
showing that strength conquers stone.