We are spending a week at a camp for adults…It’s a beautiful place to be.
Deborah’s taking Thai cooking…me….photography.
I heard a woman say this morning…it’s been a long time since they felt this good…
She though being here for a week is like reliving their childhood.
I don’t quite agree with her assessment…I think with each new sunset…each new dawn
The child we once were long ago may have changed but is never gone.
What if every day the me I am joins other past me’s in a giant reservoir?
What if we are continually synthesized into the people who we are?
In a way aren’t we constantly adding to ourselves--each day we just change the sum…
as we evolve from every person who we were, and are, into who we will become.
And although we may not ever again be that particular child...this one fact I know:
We awake each morning to embrace the wisps of that child from long ago.
Sure responsibilities and obligations may change life’s roller coaster ride
but we needn’t worry about that child...he has never left our side.
That child is still a part of Deborah…that child is still a part of me…
As she learns how to cook spicy Thai food…and I learn photography.
Yes, I’m proud to say our children never left us…and I doubt they ever would…
because for 65 years and counting now…we’ve been living our childhood.
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