with flowers in my hair … I Am a Rock

Flowers in my hair

Today I had a date with my seventeen year old self.

There is something cathartic about time travel; that warm feeling you get when you meet someone who was dear to you once, a gem of a memory from a time of innocent bliss. You remember it with fondness over the years. It is a part of who you used to be, a stepping stone to who you’ve become.

I unearth my treasure-chest full of stardust, frayed at the edges, yet still very much alive with brightness and wonder.  I retrieve each marvelling sun one by one. Here, a dusty tram ticket nudges a perforated corner. There, a forlorn posy of violets scents a day long past.

That was me. A girl on a mission. Searching for a nugget of sunshine.

She had a helping hand or two along the way. All was lighter when shutters ripped open.

A part of her stays with me always. The rest is dewdrops, lost in the vivid colour of all the days lived since.


3 thoughts on “with flowers in my hair … I Am a Rock

  1. Pingback: I can’t do this by myself | Natasha's Memory Garden

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