You know the feeling when you're totally in sync with yourself, with all parts of yourself? Fetch, your inner child, your adulty self, your ego, your intuition? A couple of weeks ago I took a path never traveled by me before into the heart of a copse of trees, mainly birches and alders, five minutes walk away from my home. I stumbled along a narrow path full of swishy wintered leaves and deadfall branches. I felt excited; a child on an adventure. As a girl I loved playing 'up the hills' at the top of our road or in the vacant lot at the end of our street. i loved making dens, cosying a place up, hidden from view from anyone, protected on all sides and with a secret door usually of moveable brush. I could see out but no one could see me. I could spy! On this present day path, I reconnected with that young free-spirited girl. I also recognised the wildness of Fetch. Especially when I discovered a sunlit glen with a thick fallen log for a seat. My heart leapt! This could be my den! No matter that I could probably never get up (or even down) onto the log to sit! I saw myself sitting there with a shiny silver tin full of buttons and cookies and postcards and red leaves and pine cones. A pen of course and a pretty notepad. I promised myself I'd be back. As I ducked under low lying branches and walked away, the caw from nearby crows sounded like claps of joy from Fetch and the free-spirited girl within.
Wishing you a day of delighting your inner child.
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April Laramey
4/17/2021 11:59:35 am
This is wonderful. I'm so glad you wentt!
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Lisa
4/17/2021 11:04:33 pm
I remember like it was yesterday doing the same things. We called our woods “Buggy Woods”. So unique hahaha but sooooo many hours playing and building forts. There will be no keeping you away now ❤️
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Angela Fretwell
4/17/2021 11:49:03 pm
That sounds delightful!
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That sounds so magical and dreamy! I used to make dens for myself as a child, too, although not outside. In backs of closets and odd nooks and crannies in our house and my grandmothers' and aunts' houses. But I did have one outside den and my father's parents' house, and it really was like spying from a hidden place. What a fun memory you stirred up!
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