Monday, April 26, 2010

When I was young ...

(I write this in memory of who I used to be. I used to be young. Now, I am young at heart.
This isn't well written. It's just what I wrote down. I'd edit it a bit but I need to get out and about before it rains. I like walking when I can. Hope you understand)

When I was young, I walked all over. Ran actually. I can remember strolling through the woods. Looking up at those tall trees. Listening to the sounds that wrapped them. I'd be gone for hours. This trail and the other. As I grew older, I still walked but not as much. Still enjoyed the sounds and the smells of nature but slower were my strides. Whomever I'd be with would turn around to see if I was still there. I was. Just in my own world. The slower one. As years went by, my slower pace became a mini race. My slowness became a trip here or there. A fall if I wasn't looking. A tree root that I didn't notice. After a while, I did stop looking up. My years of just looking around were over. I now look down. I walk very slow. Still trying to look up at the sky. I think my world is better for this. This not being able to quite keep up. Up with the faster people. People who don't realize how I'm not different. Different in the way I see the world. The world that made me appreciate the ability to walk. To walk without falling. Falling isn't as much fun as one might think. Thinking of falling is what made me get a cane. I have four of them. They wait for me to need them. I need them when I'm walking slower than even I would like. I would like to not need these canes. These canes have helped me continue my walks. My walks that I started as a young girl. A young girl who had no idea that walking wouldn't be easy. Easy as it was when she was young. She was young and I am not but I have those memories. Those memories of when I was.

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christine said...

This was lovely but a bit sad as I too once was young but as I used to say to my children ... look up and see the sun and take its joy each day, so I don't look down. There is joy in looking up!

A truly lovely story and I loved it!


Brian Miller said...

nice magpie. when i was young i would walk for hours, traveling trails...and one day i will carry a cane...for now i am somewhere in between. nicely done magpie....

Catalyst said...

L&C - Great bit of melancholy remembrance. I, too, don't walk now as I did when I was young. And there are canes in the closet, waiting for me to call on them. Nicely done.

Maha said...

I loved the flow of emotions in your piece. I really enjoyed it ;)

Angel said...

Beautifully said ! I hear where you are coming from ....:)

sheri... said...

i so enjoyed your magpie, knowing that i too will take whatever help i may need, if that day shall come. i could be wrong but hardly any of our magpies dared to say it was ourselves that the cane was for! thank you so much for your walk :)

Jacqueline said...

I like that your writing always gives me a visual picture in my mind and takes me on a journey.

Tumblewords: said...

One would hope to live long enough to walk slowly and use a cane. Nicely written.

joanny said...

A bittersweet gentle reminder of the fact of life. Oh love your two dogs resting in the sun -- so sweet love the expression on their faces of contentment and love - and well the cats are beautiful creatures are they not....


Feral Female said...

Very lovely.

willow said...

Never stop looking up. Wonderful piece.

Lyn said...

That was a really lovely walk you took us on..I pray we don't stop our journey, no matter how small our steps!

Noll's Nip said...

When I was young, I sought the solace of the fields and woods. Your piece brought them to mind. Lovely.

Anonymous said...

That was very lovely and I feel like I was right there with you.

Jingle said...

you clicked,
very beautiful!

mine is up.

Fin said...

I think it was written very beautifully indeed.

Helen said...

I loved what you wrote ~ more than words can say! I'm more like you than you could imagine ..........

There comes a time in your life when you walk away from all of the drama and the people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right and pray for those who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is part of life, getting back up is living.

~ Jose N. Harris

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Purr Gang ~ My five cats

Cats ~ Al, Ashton Rosevelt, Jasmine Marie, Riley Andrew & Meredith Ann

Fur Gang ~ Jodie Isabella and Sally Jean
(The Original member, Sweet Bella is in memory only now. Maddy Jean, another original member, past away in August of 2014)

Mr. Boatman ~ my husband who likes boats

DD ~ my daughter who graduated and is now out living in the real world

DS or Dson ~ my son is studying computer science and math

Maddy Jean & Bella

Maddy Jean & Bella
Both gone but never forgotten

Jodie Isabella

Jodie Isabella


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Adopted from my local horse supply store


I adopted her from Purrfect Pals


I adopted him from the local Humane Society

Meredith Ann

Meredith Ann
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