weekly photo challenge: descent

I have lived in New England for 46 years, and on this day in August 2014, I dove into a lake for the first time.

Descent.

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weekly photo challenge: change.

My kitchen.  It has seen 18 years of unrelenting traffic.  Its floor supported 4 infants in their tireless progression from crawling to walking. Its walls have witnessed family meetings, pasta parties, book club discussions, and family political debates.  Its walls are happy walls, having heard their share of life’s familiar sounds: garrulous gossiping of teenage boys and girls, cries of toddlers, rants from frustrated parents, relentless barking from a Goldendoodle.  Its oversized, now very distressed, farmhouse table has been loved to the point of its own exhaustion (one leg is barely holding on with a pathetic looking screw.)  It is a proud table.  Proud of its ability to hold plates and glasses and books, papers, and pencils, and 9- year- old boys.  My kitchen is a gallery of children’s artwork – all priceless originals.

My kitchen is about to change.

Walls are being torn down to make space for a kitchen a bit larger and much more efficient and able to accommodate this growing family of mine.  It no longer is home base for 2 adults and 4 children.  Children are quickly becoming adults over here, and we need more space!  As much as I am welcoming change – and believe me I am –  this kitchen has been good to us, and I will miss it in some ways for sure.

However,

CHANGE? 

…Bring it on!

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Daily prompt: The Transporter.

Tell us about a sensation– a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood

I wonder sometimes when I hear the song “Seasons in the Sun” by Cat Stevens (which I don’t hear often,) why I am immediately transported back in time.  I always go back to a specific place.  It is a beach house owned by a friend of my father’s, but I can’t remember whose house it is.  I remember holding my father’s hand in the hot sunshine.  I remember a covered front porch where people gathered.  I was definitely less than 10 years old.

It is interesting that a song with such meaning transports me to this place.  To be perfectly honest, I sometimes wish I were not transported because when I hear the words, it saddens me.  Quite obviously, someone is facing death, saying goodbye to friends and loved ones.  Perhaps this song was a reminder to a young child to enjoy life – enjoy every day.

I keep this song close to my heart for many reasons.  It tells a story of love shared not only between two people, but also among family and friends.  I was lucky enough as a girl so young to have received the message of this song so strongly.  It speaks of young friendships, passing time, families, and forgiveness.  Even though the stars we can reach may be just “starfish on the beach,” I say keep reaching for them.  As my father (who is forever holding my hand) would have said,  it is through the simple life experiences in this song that we “learn how to love.”

“Seasons in the Sun”  by Cat Stevens:

goodbye to you my trusted friend
we´ve known each other since we
were nine or ten
together we´ve climbed hills and trees
learned of love and abc´s
skinned our hearts and
skinned our knees

goodbye my friend it´s hard to die
when all the birds are singing
in the sky
now that spring is in the air
pretty girls are everywhere
think of me and i´ll be there

we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the hills that we climbed were
just seasons out of time

goodbye papa please pray for me
i was the black sheep of the family
you tried to teach me right from wrong
too much wine and too much song
wonder how i got along

goodbye papa it´s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky
now that the spring is in the air
little children everywhere
when you see them i´ll be there

we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like the
seasons have all gone
we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like
the seasons have all gone, yeah

goodbye michelle my little one
you gave me love and helped
me find the sun
and every time that i was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on
the ground

goodbye michelle it´s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in
the sky
now that the spring is in the air
with the flowers everywhere
i wish that we could both be there

we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach

we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like the
seasons have all gone

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