It's the little things in life
Today as I was sitting in my yard swing, looking up to the sky once again, my mind took off on one of its wandering tours, and as so often it will do, took me back to my childhood.
The year would have been 1955 or 1956, and was either late spring or early summer. That would have made me nine or 10 years old. We lived south of the airport on Gene and Mary Ulen's farm where Dad sharecropped with Mr. Ulen. I remember one particular day I was lying in the yard on the green grass, with my right leg over my left knee as children do, looking up to the sky. How vivid is this memory.
The sky was in all her glory with the most beautiful hues of blue my mind can remember. It was the kind of day that the white clouds were floating ever so gently by and were appearing in all shapes. It seems to me that the clouds were much fluffier and more defined back then. But, that could be because I am remembering as an adult, but through the memory of a child.
The sky was full of clouds in many different shapes and figures. The one that grabbed my attention was one that looked exactly like a little lamb. I could see the whole body but most memorable to me was the coat of the lamb. It was all curly and fluffy, just like a real one.
That was the day my first poem was born. I first wrote it in my mind as I was watching the clouds, then I put it on paper. I don't recall all the words, but it started "Fluffy little lamb, floating in the sky..." Mom immediately put the poem away for a keepsake, but I suppose down through the years and all the moves we made, it somehow got lost.
Again today, the clouds were floating overhead, but I didn't see any certain shapes. However, the blue and the clouds were still a beautiful blue and white. To me, the blue of the sky makes for such a nostalgic sight if you really let yourself get lost in the moment.This is some of the free "stuff" that God has given us for our enjoyment. I for one don't take advantage of these gifts often enough. I believe sometimes we spend so much time looking down (and being down) instead of up, that we miss much of God's love for us displayed through these little things.
As I think through my life, I have had some pretty awesome times, but I dare say that I have had no more "paid for fun times" as I had as a child that day long ago, in such a simple way, and it was free.
I only wish the youth of today could put away their cell phones, their video games, forget about texting and all the other electronic paraphernalia and create some memories such as this to reflect on when they reach my age.
I have many of these memories strewn throughout Memory Lane and there is not enough money in the world that could buy these precious memories from me. I'm sure most of you have some of the same. It just takes pushing other things in our lives aside for a short while to bring them to the forefront of our minds.
I encourage you to take just a few moments occasionally to reflect on some of your own memories. Just lie back with your eyes closed and let them flow. Or, if some sight, sound, or whatever, brings one of these memories to the surface, don't push it away. Close your eyes and get lost in that moment. It could just be that certain memory that will get you through a "getting through the getting through" moment you may be having.
See ya next time somewhere in a korner.
Remember you never know when you may show up as my hero or heroin.
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