I often find myself not quite missing, but returning to my childhood before I was about 11-12. This time has a sweet rosy color in my memory, although I'm sure it was just as complicated as all periods of life are. I remember being able to read with so much intensity and enjoyment that I wouldn't even hear someone call my name. I suppose that level of focus is inherently attached to innocence, before doubt or criticism clouds the mind, especially a young woman. I return often to these memories in the hopes that I can take with me some of that freedom I once had from them.
Violet, thank you as always for your thoughtful insights 💕 I was much the same when it came to reading at that age. as in, much more preoccupied with the desire to climb straight into the pages of my favorite books than what was going on in this external “reality,” ha. love the thought of taking that sense of freedom and escape with us into the present moment. Xx
Hi Kimia!
I often find myself not quite missing, but returning to my childhood before I was about 11-12. This time has a sweet rosy color in my memory, although I'm sure it was just as complicated as all periods of life are. I remember being able to read with so much intensity and enjoyment that I wouldn't even hear someone call my name. I suppose that level of focus is inherently attached to innocence, before doubt or criticism clouds the mind, especially a young woman. I return often to these memories in the hopes that I can take with me some of that freedom I once had from them.
Love,
Violet
Violet, thank you as always for your thoughtful insights 💕 I was much the same when it came to reading at that age. as in, much more preoccupied with the desire to climb straight into the pages of my favorite books than what was going on in this external “reality,” ha. love the thought of taking that sense of freedom and escape with us into the present moment. Xx