A trip down Memory Lane
I am currently reading Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer. The way she weaves words together is pure magic. Not only am I taken on her journey but through it all, my own memories of childhood and nature resurface.
She takes me back to the long summer days at grandma’s house, eating fresh berries right off the bushes.
She makes me smell that sweet scent of jasmine that would always give us the warmest of welcomes when we arrived at her gates.
She reminds me of the frog races me and my cousin used to put on.
She reveals the invisible boundary between the safety of my grandma’s plot and the woods behind the house where the ghosts would linger. Or so it seemed.
In the midst of it all, there were plenty of moments of pure boredom. We could not wait to escape the countryside and arrive back into the comfort of our home, our record players, our TVs, our familiar surroundings.
Something within me now would enter the portal back into that time in a heartbeat. To smell that sweet scent of jasmine. To feel the cold bodies of the tiny frog babies. To explore the woods that raised me. To nibble on those deliciously juicy berries.
Our egos make us feel separate from each other, but underneath it all, we are all just a unified field of pure consciousness, woven together by each others words that reveal the memories we thought we’d forgotten.
This piece was originally published in Know Thyself, Heal Thyself on Medium.