As I sit here at my desk, I have the window open and listening to the peepers. We live in the house I grew up in. We bought it from my parents when they wanted to downsize a few years back. (Interestingly enough, when we lived in New Hampshire, we lived in the house Christian grew up in too.) So my office, which I’m in now, was my childhood bedroom. At night, when the weather is warm and the peepers are out, I can lay in bed and I am sent back to being a kid and hearing those exact sounds out behind the house in the swamp. It’s extremely comforting.

I’ve always been fascinated by nostalgia. Like what is it that makes us remember things as being better than they were? I love old things – old houses, old music, old cars. I like to imagine what I would have been like to live years ago. But I think the nostalgia is different. I have my own hypothesis about it. I think the world is changing so fast, that we just can’t process it. I think we perceive past times as easier, when they really weren’t. Maybe they were less complicated. But they weren’t easier. Deep thoughts with Pam.

Today I was able to take a walk with a great friend who I hadn’t seen in a while. It was so fun to catch up. She showed me a new trail in the next town over and I’m excited to visit it again.

Wes is back to playing baseball. That is a blessing. Charlie is out cruising with his friends. The house is quiet tonight.

I read this today:
The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.
Albert Einstein

Thanks for reading today’s entry in my daily blog.  My goal here is to practice noticing. I try to write about small things and I try to keep it light. Sometimes I write about creativity or healing. And sometimes I write about my dogs or what I cooked for dinner. Writing daily here is a way for me to shine a light back on my life and help me see.

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2 thoughts on “Change

  1. Love the peepers and that memory-same as my childhood-early noise machines-nature. It’s a blessing to grow up where we did. Keep writing Pam, it’s lovely to read your thoughts!

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