http://www.metamorphosism.com We of course all understand it, being intellectuals. Tue, 10 Feb 2026 05:58:12 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=4.0 http://www.metamorphosism.com/?p=5806 http://www.metamorphosism.com/?p=5806#comments Tue, 04 Jan 2022 08:03:18 +0000 http://www.metamorphosism.com/?p=5806 Continue reading →]]> I don’t know if you do this.
Maybe you do this. Maybe it’s universal:
measure all other memories by this one memory you have.
Not necessarily a dramatic or rambunctious one.
For me it is the time I sat in the bamboo patch next to my uncle’s junk pile.
The main quality is one of peace. I was about 3-4 years old, so not in school yet.
No obligations. Summer. Warm – I had a beagle pal cuddling and watching out for me.
I was wearing bib overalls and a felt hat.
Watching chickens, those nourishing animals, scratch in the dirt.
Watching their shadows, and the shadows of the bamboo, playing in the light.
Listening to the sounds the chickens made.
No other humans to make happy or proud or otherwise perform for.
Just the peace. Lots of time. Animals. Plants. Smells. Interesting light.

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