Last Updated On April 1, 2014

 

Seasons

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When I was young, feeling the shift in seasons used to be synonymous with what people describe as a religious awakening. The memory is there. Lying on my back, on the hard floor at a relative’s house. The air outside was cold, but the sun shining through the window, warming my cheek.

Occasionally, an ominous cloud would drift by, blocking the light. Immediately, I could feel the shift in energy , that warning of what could be taken away. The emotion would be too intense for my young heart, but I can now describe it as infinite gratitude and love for all that I had then.

Questions would flood my mind. Not the anxiety-inspiring foreboding ones that inevitably accompany the seemingly mundane routine of adult life. It was pure childhood wonder at everything that my world consisted of. Why are there people? Why are my parents mine? Why the Earth, sky and Sun? The same questions I celebrate now must have driven my own parents crazy.

As I watch them beg to be outside (because, the Sun!), I realize how devoid I have been of feeling. I would give anything to feel that way again.

 

© Teresa Mogil

Find out more about Teresa here: http://www.illuminousflux.com/?page_id=76

 

Last Updated On April 1, 2014

 

Seasons

 

 

When I was young, feeling the shift in seasons used to be synonymous with what people describe as a religious awakening. The memory is there. Lying on my back, on the hard floor at a relative’s house. The air outside was cold, but the sun shining through the window, warming my cheek.

Occasionally, an ominous cloud would drift by, blocking the light. Immediately, I could feel the shift in energy , that warning of what could be taken away. The emotion would be too intense for my young heart, but I can now describe it as infinite gratitude and love for all that I had then.

Questions would flood my mind. Not the anxiety-inspiring foreboding ones that inevitably accompany the seemingly mundane routine of adult life. It was pure childhood wonder at everything that my world consisted of. Why are there people? Why are my parents mine? Why the Earth, sky and Sun? The same questions I celebrate now must have driven my own parents crazy.

As I watch them beg to be outside (because, the Sun!), I realize how devoid I have been of feeling. I would give anything to feel that way again.

 

© Teresa Mogil

Find out more about Teresa here: http://www.illuminousflux.com/?page_id=76

Last Updated On April 1, 2014

Seasons

 

When I was young, feeling the shift in seasons used to be synonymous with what people describe as a religious awakening. The memory is there. Lying on my back, on the hard floor at a relative’s house. The air outside was cold, but the sun shining through the window, warming my cheek.

Occasionally, an ominous cloud would drift by, blocking the light. Immediately, I could feel the shift in energy , that warning of what could be taken away. The emotion would be too intense for my young heart, but I can now describe it as infinite gratitude and love for all that I had then.

Questions would flood my mind. Not the anxiety-inspiring foreboding ones that inevitably accompany the seemingly mundane routine of adult life. It was pure childhood wonder at everything that my world consisted of. Why are there people? Why are my parents mine? Why the Earth, sky and Sun? The same questions I celebrate now must have driven my own parents crazy.

As I watch them beg to be outside (because, the Sun!), I realize how devoid I have been of feeling. I would give anything to feel that way again.

 

© Teresa Mogil

Find out more about Teresa here: http://www.illuminousflux.com/?page_id=76