Way before the age of personal computers, google search, and Alexa, my parents provided us with information at our fingertips with subscriptions to Newsweek and National Geographic. Our home’s hallway was lined with bookshelves containing three sets of encyclopedias, and at the “T” juncture at the end of the hallway, a mammoth Webster’s Dictionary lay open like a family bible on an altar!
I think that most people have background music on in their homes, in their cars, and even while enjoying the outdoors.
I don’t know about you, but I thoroughly enjoyed playing Hide and Seek as a child.
As I awkwardly lurch out of bed and gingerly shuffle to the kitchen to turn on the kettle, I have one person on my heart. I reach for my favorite jasmine tea dn stop dead in my bedroom slipper tracks.
I have to let go of the picture of what I thought it would be like and learn to find joy in the story I am actually living.
Have you heard of the song, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” by the Hollies? The story behind this song stems from the early 1900’s when Father Flanagan, the founder of Boy’s Town, was glancing through a magazine showing a picture of an older boy carrying a younger boy on his back. The caption read, “He ain’t heavy mister. . . he’s my brother.”