…from the book of “Lists”
A barefoot walk along a sandy beach.
A quiet visit to the place you were raised.
Listening to a rippling brook running over the rocks
through a forest of autumn leaves.
Singing the song of your alma mater.
Looking over childhood photos in the family album.
Watching your now grown “child” leave home.
Standing silently beside the grave of a close,personal friend, or relative.
The smell and sounds of a warm fireplace.
An old letter, bruised with age, signed by one who loved you.
Climbing to the top of a wind-swept hill.
Getting alone- all alone- and reading aloud.
Christmas Eve, late at night.
Certain poems…. certain melodies.
Weddings…graduations…diplomas.
Snow…sleds….toboggans.
Saying good-bye.
“Growing Strong In The Seasons of Life”
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