So lovely, Jonathan. Read this one twice. Even the tone of your writing was a bit different. A rich, tenderness; thoughtful, with such a deep warmth. My take anyway. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful stuff--most of us do not have that profound a glimpse of the meaning and import of life at such an early age--but think what it's done for you, especially over time! I am at the time of my life where I practically abide in the past, if not in actual memories, then of imagined events. It gives every life more dimension.
It's strange, it to years to decipher the meaning of the events, and it may change over the years. Of course then, I was just experiencing the immense feeling, with no words for what it meant. But I did become viscerally addicted to sense of nostalgia not knowing it was even a thing. I love reading you posts. You have gleaned so many univiserals truths from the events of you past.
So lovely, Jonathan. Read this one twice. Even the tone of your writing was a bit different. A rich, tenderness; thoughtful, with such a deep warmth. My take anyway. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Joan. This one has been brewing for years, unsure to tell it in a way that relates to other's experiences.
Beautiful stuff--most of us do not have that profound a glimpse of the meaning and import of life at such an early age--but think what it's done for you, especially over time! I am at the time of my life where I practically abide in the past, if not in actual memories, then of imagined events. It gives every life more dimension.
It's strange, it to years to decipher the meaning of the events, and it may change over the years. Of course then, I was just experiencing the immense feeling, with no words for what it meant. But I did become viscerally addicted to sense of nostalgia not knowing it was even a thing. I love reading you posts. You have gleaned so many univiserals truths from the events of you past.