“We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think yesterday was better than today. I don’t think it was, and I would advise you not to wait ten years before admitting today was great. If you’re hung up on nostalgia, pretend today is yesterday and just go out and have one hell of a time.”
- Art Buchwald
I recently made this image for my Mother… this is an old photo of her and my Grandfather, sharing some time together on the dock at the lake where my Mother grew up, and where I spent countless days of my summers and vacations. My Grandfather spent the same time with me, teaching me about the lake, fishing, gardening, baseball… in a way I feel the same sentiment when I look at this photo.
“The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is our souls remaining over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves.”
~ Kahlil Gabran
Here are some more images from my childhood (and my Mother’s) that are burned into my memory forever…
Trying to be slow, deliberate…
The air, sweet with linden and a symphony of plants…
A buttercup from my childhood.
A full eclipse of the moon, dark and reddened.
Bees swarming, an infinite buzz.
So much beauty I cannot process it all.
By the spirit of existing.
Although I am tired.
And cannot sleep.
The warm light awakens my soul.
And I wait… for thoughts to come…
“Sunflowers” by Ivy Christou
I always thought that sunflowers
were too common to be loved,
Until you gave me one.
And then like a sunflower,
I turned towards the sun,
Currently playing a game of “beggar my neighbor” with my son… so much fun can be had with an inexpensive deck of cards! And the quality time together is priceless. I recall endless hours of playing Canasta with my Grandmother. And Dominos.
Playing a “real game” with my son makes me feel like a child again. It’s sweet.
“So, like a forgotten fire, childhood can always flare up again within us.”