16.8.10

16 years ago, yesterday...

when I was 8, I moved...
16 years ago, yesterday, When I was 8 years old, I moved from a tiny village of 400 in England to a tiny town of about 6,000 in the Sierra Nevada Mountains (in California.) It was very very powerful and difficult experience for me. My dad posted a status update on facebook yesterday just mentioning that yesterday was the 16 anniversary of his being the head priest at our church at home. It shook me in the strangest way to realize it has really been 16 years since I left England.
In looking back through a lot of my older posts, I realized that I used to be a lot more reflective in my writing. I was ruminating a lot more than I have been this year. This year has been a complete whirlwind for me wheres the years past, as I blogged along, have been more tumultuous while also giving me time to really reflect on what has happened. I have tried to be more proactive this year while juggling everything new and empowering in my life, and I think it has made me a less contemplative person, which I don't like. So I think that I am going to start doing some series on my blog of reflection and contemplation. And the first in that journey will be stories about growing up in England.
I miss painting pictures with my hands and with my words. I have jumped too deeply into the digital world. And I look forward to sharing with you more of the deeper and thoughtful sides of life. My blog has felt too shallow lately. The zest of life shall be sprinkled back in :)

How often do you take time to just reflect and contemplate the past, not in a regretful way, but in a simple thoughtful and hope filled way?
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3 comments:

Suburban Sweetheart said...

Hope-filled, that's the key - & the part I too often leave out.

Ian Gill said...

It's 21 years this month when my family moved away from Seattle. But I still remember it like yesterday. In my mind growing up Seattle was always the place I wanted to go and live, it was always the sort of the grass is always greener thing. Whenever school or home would suck I would always think that if we stayed in Seattle my life would be so much better, but in reality it would probably have been just the same. I'm sure there is a good Aesop fable that goes along those lines. But I still do consider the years I remember being a kid in Seattle as sort of the golden years of my childhood.

danielle and dinosaur toes said...

i really don't take time tp reflect, probably because my husband does all the time, so i have to balance that equation!

thank you for stopping by my blog, and for your sweet comment! your blog is beautiful, and i'll definitely be back!