Into the memory bank to make a withdrawal,
gently we go into our days remembering
as an image comes to mind,
when things are broken we need to gather
the proper tools of love to fix the pieces.
Holding carefully we examine the thought,
swept through this waking dream we conjure
the invisible lines that separate us from now to then,
retracing the steps through magical realms
and revisiting the sacred spaces of our youth.
We affix the pieces together like a puzzle,
knowing just where to place each one
to complete the image just so,
we smile in our perfect innocence
and turn the page to find
the next adventure.
Why this image brought me forth
from a mid morning daydream of bears and special places,
of doing the best to mend,
and as my finger traces I go back to the days
of reading such sheer magic,
a gift from someone,
but pencil images in hard covered volumes,
fill a mind with wonder
at the simple things
that gave a smile.
Our pup Apple was a bit gimpy yesterday and although we made it through our morning walk this morning, she is having her moments of limping and quite clingy, following me everywhere through the house. I remembered this picture and pulled it up on-line, how I wish I had a magical wand to make her leg return back to her normal marching gait, but for now she will sit beside me in slumber, resting against me as she has her doggie dreams where she chases the varmints like a young girl again. Peace and a lovely Tuesday my friends.