I took J to Michael's last evening to compensate for a working weekend that this one has been. We got small beading kit, a photo frame key chain and a toy that helps you to make intricate spirals designs quite effortlessly. I always end up in the sketching and painting supplies aisle. Touching the paint brushes reminds of a time in another life when I spent all day doing watercolors.
Other than reading, this was an activity I could immerse myself in so completely that I grew oblivious of the world around me. I had some talent for painting but plenty of passion to compensate for what I lacked. Somehow, over time the passion flagged and ultimately wore off. I did not feel exhilarated at the sight of paints and brushes. Returning to a childhood hobby becomes harder with the passage of time but it is never impossible.
In the meanwhile, I'd love to go down this giant slide for grown-ups. If it gives me anything close to the rush of happiness going down the slide in my kindergarten days, I will have no doubt left that these slides will soon be embraced as an effective means of combating stress and depression.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart thought often not..
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