December 1st is the first day of Summer in these parts. Lavinia and I have been exploring the backyard and playing with hose water to keep cool.
Lately I’ve been writing more. My childhood is something that keeps rising to the surface. This makes sense because now I’m part of someone else’s childhood. Only this time I’m gifted with a lens more than three decades old with which to view it. Like the seasonal calendar in Australia- children make life appear so much simpler. We adults are the ones who make it complicated.
The memories I’m exploring are something I will share in the future. For now, I’ll be honest about myself and try not to worry that someday my little girl will read it all and be able to see my flaws…though it’s a troubling thought- I do want her to know I’m human. I make mistakes. So far, I’ve tried to learn from them.
For now, I’m just unloading my brain (when I have a spare moment) to put the thoughts in black and white. You know, to make things more simple.