This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

November 12, 2008

the inspiration of awe

Today is "o, no - i really do have something wrong with me" day for my little gal. It is so hard for pre-talkers. Tears, cranky, clingy, tired but in pain - CHICKEN POX SUCKS, man!!

She's taking good steps now and pretty much walking. She loves her push car and has fun toolin' around with that. The downstairs is set up perfectly for her to take quite a little stroll!! I don't think i'm as interactive as i used to be, but that's age probably. I just like watching them play and holding - such a wonderful, awe-filled age.

Awe. It's my favourite experience. I've felt it as recently as my granddaughter's birth and before that, my train trip out west three years ago and before that my grandson's birth, of course. The inspiration of awe. I'd like to feel more of it. Maybe make an "awe" list!! More later on that topic, for sure!

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