The moments that invoke our inner fire
Jun 6th, 2008 by spaceagesage
Life percolates sometimes with those wonderful moments when everything must stop. It can be a song, a phrase, a movie, a smile, or the smell of fresh rain, but suddenly something in that moment takes us back to our inner child and to a longing to embrace everything we know we can be. It is both a bittersweet and encouraging moment. Bittersweet because we realize we left our dream for awhile; encouraging because the moment contains the motivational longing to find that wonderful self.
This kind of moment happened to me ten minutes ago, and I had to write this post. I read a mini-story by Brian Andreas, who is an artist and storyteller with a truly unique look at the world. His site offers up writing and visuals that are heartwarming, heartbreaking, insightful, funny, and poignant. Sometimes his work evokes in me a feeling I may not really even understand. I subscribe to his stories by email, and this one came in today:
Bones of Light
I remember we sat in the swing on the front porch & as the dusk came on us like a song, dark throated & sweet, he told me about the beginning when we had bones of light & hair that burned like the sun & I asked what happened then? & I felt him floating there in the soft dark & finally he said we forgot & I said I never would, but sometimes I do & I understand now why he put his arm around me & said nothing more.
This story resonates with memories of being a child with “bones of light and hair that burned like the sun.” As I look back with that awareness to childhood, I feel the grass under my feet, watch the clouds race by on warm, Oklahoma wind, and smell the fresh cut alfalfa as if it is the elixir of life. My grandparents’ farm stretches out in all directions like the landscape of a Tolkien book, and the day is dedicated to nothing but playing, exploring, and maybe fishing for catfish. The future is endlessly bright. No barriers exist. No masks are needed to hide fears or insecurity. The day is mine, and I seize it like a dandelion stalk as I send those fluffy seeds skyward.
Very inspiring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The divine Mrs L — Thank you for stopping by. Glad the post inspired you!
I look back on those times so much and part of me wishes I never grew up. That tomorrow I would wake up in my old room above the dining room. I’d be up before the sun, and most of the house and out the door into the unkown of the day. So much could happen. And it all depended on me and my imagination. Ah, the bittersweet memories of childhood. Which by the way, are coming back to me. I remember more and more each time I go back…
doesitcomewithgravy — the wonderment and wonder of childhood always remains within us. I find we just need to release ourselves from the negative, draining, and inflexible aspects of being an adult … or trying so hard to be “adult-like.”