The profound sense of liberation, the deep sense of connection, the profound sense of existence, and the unbridled joy of life. Unconditional love, embracing your authenticity, and acceptance. The love that you treasure - the warm hugs, the tender squeezes, the snug cuddles, the enchanting bedtime stories. The contagious laughter, the unbridled joy. The freedom of sailing and living on the water, the freedom of embracing your true self, of being heard and seen, and being treated as a precious gem that can never be recaptured. Never being judged, always being heard, respecting those who respect you, and always venturing into a world to create and innovate, knowing that knowledge can come in. Breathtaking summers with Nana and Papa. Looking forward to soaring on the plane to visit them in Italy and to see my babies. Watching their patients come and go. Learning to thrive in two different worlds and still remain true to myself. Learning to uncover the wisdom in the stories that the old ones shared with me. The magical fairies that lived in the grapevines. The gnomes that lived by the cows. Being able to play hopscotch on the cobblestones. I lived the most incredible life ever just by being me.
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Memories well written of a past enchanted, a storybook of comfort and peace a place to retreat to under times of stress. So nicely painted and sculpted it shines and glitters taking us back to peace and safety, a warm place of nurturance. Very nicely written
Thank you, sorenbarrett, you are so correct. I am a hypersensitive person. When I get sensory overload, my brain has a tornado going on, and I can't run any further, so I am trapped in my own brain. In order to escape, I have to paint a picture that is reality to me from my past, to escape. Thank you for understanding.
That is a lovely trip down their memory lane with all those wonderful memories, the write has a very loving calming feel to it, enjoyed the read
Thank you, Poetic Licence, for your kind words
You are very welcome
Really enjoyed it
Thank you, Tony36.
You're welcome
What a beautiful cascade of memory, love, and selfhood. This reads like a beautiful tapestry woven with joy, imagination, and intergenerational wisdom. The fairies in the grapevines and gnomes by the cows...pure magic, my dear friend. Thank you for sharing this radiant piece. Well done! 🌹👏
Tristan Robert Lange, thank you, my friend, for your kind words, and thank you for understanding who I am. It means a lot to me.
You are most welcome. Thank you for seeing me as well! It's good to be seen, right? Glad our paths crossed, my poetic friend!
Tristan, Me too, You're an amazing Poet, and my new friend,😊
As are you in both regards! 😊
Forsooth. The very suggestion so deliciously rendered cannot fail to dredge buried memories in all readers, myself almost unconsciously wandering down those trails, caught up short in concluding by realizing what I was doing, only by half. Excellently rendered with a casual eloquence which takes the soul on flights of fancy in a trice, laden with gorgeous imagery and haunted by a winsome, undefined poignancy, thank you very much for sharing.
Thank you, Cheeky Missy, for your kind words
Your memories of childhood are enchanting. The picture is reminiscent of the tea parties I gave my dolls, happy little smiles frozen in time. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem, it certainly stirs the emotions of long ago.
Thank you for your kind words, Bella Shepard. That's my bedroom in Italy at my grandparents ' home. I have so many beautiful memories of them and all my summers there,❤️
My maternal grandparents came from a little town called Alia, in Sicily. My grandmother died before I was born, but my mother told me wonderful stories about her. My grandfather died when I was very small, and I have a dim recollection of him. You are most fortunate to have such cherished memories!
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