Happiness ... so much pressure. Is it the right word even? Childhood was a period full of light unburdened with any deeper meaning than just existing and requiring the basics of unconditional love, food and shelter. beautiful write up Reena :)
Beautiful poem Reena. It took me back to the rainy days of my childhood in Chennai. Remember playing in puddles and enjoying the cooler weather . Nice to remember the happy days .
I am sorry for your loss but I am glad you are still able to look back at younger times with a fond pair of eyes and heart, it's my favorite time too probably in elementary school that I was most dreamy and creative.
Happiness ... so much pressure. Is it the right word even? Childhood was a period full of light unburdened with any deeper meaning than just existing and requiring the basics of unconditional love, food and shelter. beautiful write up Reena :)
Now that the roles have reversed and I am carer to my mother, I'm also reexamining my childhood and the ways I was raised in that I grew out of.
Gabor Mate is a gentle and kind human being. Watch out though: he can be depressing!:))
Beautiful poem Reena. It took me back to the rainy days of my childhood in Chennai. Remember playing in puddles and enjoying the cooler weather . Nice to remember the happy days .
Thanks! Your reference to childhood memories brought to mind, Proust:
http://art.arts.usf.edu/content/articlefiles/2330-Excerpt%20from%20Remembrance%20of%20Things%20Past%20by%20Marcel%20Proust.pdf
and Nabokov's "Speak Memory"
Quite moving. xo
so beautiful <3
I am sorry for your loss but I am glad you are still able to look back at younger times with a fond pair of eyes and heart, it's my favorite time too probably in elementary school that I was most dreamy and creative.