Supermoon, Super Discovery

January 4, 2018

First there was the Supermoon, and then there was the super discovery. After spending just over an hour taking photos of the Supermoon in this blisteringly cold weather, I decided it was time to head home. Just as my body was beginning to thaw and I could feel my feet again, I noticed a journal on my nightstand. Somehow, my journal from 2nd grade had ended up with my husband’s belongings. I became flushed with excitement and serendipitously opened to the page that accompanies this post. My birthday is April 16th so I had just turned 8 at the time I wrote this:

 

“Writers afternoon was a lot of fun. We got to go to two things. I went to poetry...I wish we could have it every day! You could tell it was a fun day!”

 

(*** I think I also mentioned in that entry that I got to see an author, but I had the developmentally appropriate focus (and spelling) of an eight year old.)

 

After reading this entry, I felt validated and vindicated. Last year I made a number of radical changes in an effort to prioritize my love of writing. Twenty-eight years of dust fell away with each turn of the page, and I felt a wonderful sense of homecoming. The journal had become a touchstone. While I was looking at the words my spirited, inner-child wrote, she was unmistakably looking back at me. And then I recalled a story I once heard a number of years ago. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I find there is such value in it that it’s worth sharing. After Michelangelo had sculpted David, a reporter asked him about his difficulties carving with marble. Michelangelo supposedly responded, “David was always there in the marble. I just took away everything that was not David.”

 

My next post will continue this theme of the inner-child and how keeping our inner-child in mind can help us relate to ourselves with more care and kindness, especially when difficulties arise. Stay tuned!

 

 

 

 

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