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Dec. 13th, 2006 10:07 pmSometimes it's just too big. Everything is so big, and it makes you feel very small, but, the smallest things can have the biggest impacts, while everything that is oh so very big, blossoms and blooms until it is so out of site that you can no longer see what it was - just bits and pieces of shapes and blobs and things that are out of focus. The world is so nearsighted.
This morning seems like a decade ago - and last night, a century. The scarf around my neck is fuzzy and warm and blue, blue like the ocean and I want to drown into it, or at least cuddle up with it because it is soft and it reminds me of all the pussy willows and cat tails and lovely lilac plants in Connecticut. I used to love to play with the pussy willows....I don't know when the last time I saw one was. They don't grow out here....I used to love to pick them and pet the little soft felt like buds on them, and I'd rub them on my cheek. There are the greatest plants back east. I miss the buttercups and the lillies of the valley.
And the insects! I miss the insects. I miss finding cicada shells all over the trees and I miss the spiders and catepillars that I could recognise and play with. I miss june bugs all over the screen doors.
I miss going on an adventure. When I was a little kid, an adventure meant packing a lunch and walking around the neighbourhood collecting plant specimens. I miss when a crack in the pavement provided hours of entertainment, because there was a whole world in that crack in the pavement. There IS a whole world in that crack in the pavement. And there is a whole world everywhere you choose to investigate...you just have to keep an eye out for it.
This morning seems like a decade ago - and last night, a century. The scarf around my neck is fuzzy and warm and blue, blue like the ocean and I want to drown into it, or at least cuddle up with it because it is soft and it reminds me of all the pussy willows and cat tails and lovely lilac plants in Connecticut. I used to love to play with the pussy willows....I don't know when the last time I saw one was. They don't grow out here....I used to love to pick them and pet the little soft felt like buds on them, and I'd rub them on my cheek. There are the greatest plants back east. I miss the buttercups and the lillies of the valley.
And the insects! I miss the insects. I miss finding cicada shells all over the trees and I miss the spiders and catepillars that I could recognise and play with. I miss june bugs all over the screen doors.
I miss going on an adventure. When I was a little kid, an adventure meant packing a lunch and walking around the neighbourhood collecting plant specimens. I miss when a crack in the pavement provided hours of entertainment, because there was a whole world in that crack in the pavement. There IS a whole world in that crack in the pavement. And there is a whole world everywhere you choose to investigate...you just have to keep an eye out for it.
