This is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing on second spring 🌱before puberty I would sit on our hillside under a macadamia tree-which I imagined was my home-picking wild mint and making potions in my tiny pot that was an old tin cup. Blissful & connected to the land, its creatures & plants. I love being in my 50s now & reconnecting to my girlhood self. I feel so joyful & free❤️
This reminded me of a George Eliot quote: "We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass... What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?"
So beautiful. Your writing enchants me as does your thoughts on the second spring. I too, in my second spring, have been calling up my beautiful child self. The one who didn't need to please and fawn for affection and attention. She's much like the me of now, who chooses myself over making everyone else comfortable and cared for.
I look forward to reading The Cherry Orchard, and bring gifts to my girl self♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
This is exactly how I am feeling at 47 as I remember my knock kneed self curled up in my grandparents’ live oak tree. I would pick the muscadine grapes and be content with the chickens pecking the ground of the small farm. As my own girls are transitioning to full fledge Adulthood (both in college and the oldest preparing to graduate and then marry) I have been reflecting on my little girl child a lot. Could this be my Second Spring?! Once again I am so thankful for your words and your musings, Sis. 💕
Wow. Beautiful, impactful writing. Thank you. The idea of bringing gifts each day to my younger self brought tears to my eyes. In the last few months I have been listening to the music I loved back then and my heart has been breaking with the desire to be back there.
This is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing on second spring 🌱before puberty I would sit on our hillside under a macadamia tree-which I imagined was my home-picking wild mint and making potions in my tiny pot that was an old tin cup. Blissful & connected to the land, its creatures & plants. I love being in my 50s now & reconnecting to my girlhood self. I feel so joyful & free❤️
Beautiful memory Mindy she is back with you ❤️🔥🌷🌷
This reminded me of a George Eliot quote: "We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass... What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?"
That is so moving thank you 🙏
So beautiful. Your writing enchants me as does your thoughts on the second spring. I too, in my second spring, have been calling up my beautiful child self. The one who didn't need to please and fawn for affection and attention. She's much like the me of now, who chooses myself over making everyone else comfortable and cared for.
I look forward to reading The Cherry Orchard, and bring gifts to my girl self♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
Thank you Angel Priestess.
So beautiful choosing yourself and integrating that sweet being thank you for reading 💗🍒
This is exactly how I am feeling at 47 as I remember my knock kneed self curled up in my grandparents’ live oak tree. I would pick the muscadine grapes and be content with the chickens pecking the ground of the small farm. As my own girls are transitioning to full fledge Adulthood (both in college and the oldest preparing to graduate and then marry) I have been reflecting on my little girl child a lot. Could this be my Second Spring?! Once again I am so thankful for your words and your musings, Sis. 💕
Oh I can see those 🍇 grapes yes to this and your spring
Wow. Beautiful, impactful writing. Thank you. The idea of bringing gifts each day to my younger self brought tears to my eyes. In the last few months I have been listening to the music I loved back then and my heart has been breaking with the desire to be back there.