My Life Story

This life story thing is going to take way longer than one day but I figured I’d just post what I have today and keep adding to it as I work on it. It’s actually a bit of the new writings that have been recently flowing which continue to inspire me to blog again…

Here’s what I’ve got so far:

My Life Story (1)

I ‘ll start my story on the swings. I must have been about 6. I remember the cool breeze in my hair. I remember how the double-high swingset my handyman dad had welded together and mounted to the oak tree down the hill, creaked at the peaks… forward… and back…

I remember the swish of my skirt against my legs when I put all my force into my body. To leeeeeeeeeeean forward. And then leaaaaaaaaaan back. To go higher. And higher. and higher.

All of these things I remember with all the sweetness of childhood.

But mostly…

I remember singing.

Freely.

Joyously.

Softly…

Then.

Loudly.

I think there’s a reason this sticks out as a significant part of my life story.

Mostly.

Because.

I was not singing in my own, given, language.

Rather,

what I sang was some form of…

Jibberish.

Jibberish. Pure. Unbridled. Unnecessary. Unintelligible. Jibberish.

I remember so clearly that joyful jibberish feeling so…

so…

SO………….

incredibly, wonderfully, satisfyingly, peaceful, easy, happy, pleasant, joyous, simple, complete, and ENOUGH.

Enough to be eternally happy for that small moment in time. Enough to wipe away every tear that may have been. And every trouble that may come.

Enough.

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And, that’s all for today. More to come as it comes…