I often think back about when I was a little girl. My fondest memories are of just me, walking around gathering flowers, watching birds, rabbits, butterflies and big fluffy bumble bees. I can still smell the Queen Anne's Lace flowers that grew wild. At one point we lived on top of a large hill. I'd sit in the grass in the summer and pick the wild clover blossoms and pluck each petal to suck out the nectar. There would be grasshoppers bouncing all around in what looked like a vast sea of grass. Sometimes a lady bug would fly by and land on my hand. I'd hold it close to my eyes to really get a look as it crawled around then fly away. I'd think about having wings and being able to fly anywhere I wanted. I'd lay down on that same grass and watch the puffy white clouds transform into shapes before my eyes. I could, and did, spend hours outside. it was such a beautiful time.
“After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
Finding therapy through writing, self-reflection and the pursuit of what defines me.