The place remains in my dreams
like a movie set preserved…
Have assigned each room
a critique – disclosed the crimes
Yet, it remains, like a beacon
draws me to it, begs reflection
What if I could go back
now that I can breathe
Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity;
would I discover a sudden windfall?
Makeover conditioned motifs;
reevaluate ceiling heights?
With resources to remodel
heart open, connected
might I uncover abundance
like a personal embrace.
(Childhood Home first appeared May, 2020. Image my own)
I would say laying claim to maturity IS the sudden windfall, VJ. 🙂 Wonderfully written piece, could totally relate.
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Thanks for identifying that Susi. Always appreciate your perspective.
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You’re welcome! Thank you for writing such a great piece, VJ! ❤
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Hmmm…that’s a really good question you pose. I find that that the changes I see when I physically go back are so great as to be disorienting. However, it has been interesting “going back” via stories/points of view of my siblings. Enlightening, sometimes….
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Yes, it’s the reflection that helps alter the landscape.
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I thought the same. I thought I could go home all healed, yoga-ready, and happy. I was totally wrong 😦
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Ever the idealists, lol.
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😂😂😂😭😭😭
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Such a good post to remind folks about the way humans can progress and shift perspective on the last and memories – and seeing some of the good is a huge new level –
And isn’t it interesting how the bad can overpower much good ?
I once heard someone say one negative out Down could be so heavy that it took 20 edifications to assuage it (something like that!)
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Wow, what a great poem!
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Thank you!
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I have sad memories attached to my childhood home. It appears as a ghostly and spooky place in my dreams, probably because my mother died there. I looked up the address and the home is listed on Zillow. A virtual tour was available and I was amazed. The home was completely remodeled and looked charming. I got a sense of closure and the creepy visual has subsided in my dreams though not wholly. We’re so vulnerable during our formative years and it’s challenging to replace the bad memories with the good ones.
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So interesting to be able to visit it again, and see it in a different light. It is difficult to change the memories, but I am trying to shift perspective
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That makes sense, VJ because we can’t change the memories but we can change the way we look at them.
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I like this very much. I hope the answer to the final question it poses is yes.
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I hope so too.
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A lovely recital of this poem.
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Thank you
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My childhood home is the setting of so many of my dreams. I often wonder why it has such a hold on me.
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Formative years. Dreams help us visit those parts of ourselves.
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It always seems better when revisited in memories, going back physically does bring a few disappointments….but who knows, a windfall too! Lovely, VJ.
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Thank you Punam. I remember it so much for the bad things, but wonder now about the good too
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You are welcome. I am sure those good memories are somewhere below the surface.
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