In reading this entry I was immediately taken back to the memory of my six or seven-year-old self when I first left the confines of the backyard to the "woods" across the field and street behind my home. It felt like stepping into my own destiny walking that path of wonder and discovery, complete with a cave and a creek. It was magic, and set in motion a lifelong love of nature, landscape, and artistic expression through photography. I still return to that woodland in Ohio over 50 years later and a thousand miles away.
I’m intrigued by the memory of being a young teen, sitting at my grandparents’ kitchen table and ritually, each visit, drawing scenes of sailboats out to sea. I don’t know how or why I began it but I still can feel that longing.
Paths in woods have always had meaning for me, not so much a horizon, more of what's round the next corner and the next. Watching science TV shows as a teen, BBCs Horizon and Tomorrow's World, is partly why I did nutrition and food science.
This is so on point with everything I have returned to over the last 14 yrs with this illness, I’ve slowly reconnected with my inner child and added painting, drawing, my love for bubble baths/ need to be in water, near water, I listen to wave sounds as I sleep via sound machine and bought a water fountain for my patio. I visualize living near water, one day and see myself floating in a pool. I collect rocks that I find and jpretty geodes & trinkets from travels because they make me happy- I will be that quirky old lady that has lots of art, and will always have 2 dogs, and as many animals as my husband will let me have. I have returned to my original state and I’ve never felt more like myself.
In reading this entry I was immediately taken back to the memory of my six or seven-year-old self when I first left the confines of the backyard to the "woods" across the field and street behind my home. It felt like stepping into my own destiny walking that path of wonder and discovery, complete with a cave and a creek. It was magic, and set in motion a lifelong love of nature, landscape, and artistic expression through photography. I still return to that woodland in Ohio over 50 years later and a thousand miles away.
I’m intrigued by the memory of being a young teen, sitting at my grandparents’ kitchen table and ritually, each visit, drawing scenes of sailboats out to sea. I don’t know how or why I began it but I still can feel that longing.
Paths in woods have always had meaning for me, not so much a horizon, more of what's round the next corner and the next. Watching science TV shows as a teen, BBCs Horizon and Tomorrow's World, is partly why I did nutrition and food science.
So so prescient, for me personally, these days. Thank you as always, David, for sharing your wisdom, grace and generous soul with us all.
Embodying Epiphany
….a chilly inarticulate exile…
I know that place.
This is so on point with everything I have returned to over the last 14 yrs with this illness, I’ve slowly reconnected with my inner child and added painting, drawing, my love for bubble baths/ need to be in water, near water, I listen to wave sounds as I sleep via sound machine and bought a water fountain for my patio. I visualize living near water, one day and see myself floating in a pool. I collect rocks that I find and jpretty geodes & trinkets from travels because they make me happy- I will be that quirky old lady that has lots of art, and will always have 2 dogs, and as many animals as my husband will let me have. I have returned to my original state and I’ve never felt more like myself.
Thank you for always being a North Star, in word and wonder. Happy New Year David!