Down an old gravel driveway I return to childhood. Memories flood back, overwhelming my senses and softening my edges. Guards are dropped as I come back home, back to familiarity, back to family. Always welcomed by a warm smile, giant hug and those piercing eyes, I am "half-pint" again. I am invited to rest, allowed to laugh and permitted to unload every hindrance that has kept me from remembering the girl I once was and still very much am. No need to put on a front but instead offered the space to be real, to tell of new adventures and newborn dreams. Its served as my home, my refuge and my playground. Down this gravel road is Grandpa's house.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Gravel Road
Down an old gravel driveway I return to childhood. Memories flood back, overwhelming my senses and softening my edges. Guards are dropped as I come back home, back to familiarity, back to family. Always welcomed by a warm smile, giant hug and those piercing eyes, I am "half-pint" again. I am invited to rest, allowed to laugh and permitted to unload every hindrance that has kept me from remembering the girl I once was and still very much am. No need to put on a front but instead offered the space to be real, to tell of new adventures and newborn dreams. Its served as my home, my refuge and my playground. Down this gravel road is Grandpa's house.
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