My siblings and I spent most of our time outdoors growing up. After school, we went out to play with the neighborhood missionary kids. My recollection of building forts comes from our time spent in a bible school campus in south texas. A field of hills and stacks of tree branches became our little play area with hidden caves and corners.
Precious childhood moments.
Learning to ride a bike is a big deal for a child. I still remember the day like it was yesterday. I practiced for days on the courtyard of the church/parsonage we lived at the time. Going round and round. Picking myself up when i fell down until I finally did it. I was seven years old. It was even more special because it was on my dad's birthday. In my view, it was the best birthday present for my dad.
My almost 4-year-old rides a bike with training wheels. Someday he will ride a bike without them.
It will certainly be a little wonderful gift for me because I will get to see him smile, laugh, and have
fun as he enjoys this most precious play.
It's time to invest in a "grown up" bike to start riding again.
I hope you enjoy my new series of journal pages as I remember my childhood.
Hopefully, you can remember some of your childhood stories as well.
Often, I have to give myself permission to relax and rest without feeling guilty. Several months ago, a book made me look at moments of repose in a different way. The Art of the Siesta defends the power of the siesta through art and a discussion about behavior.
When we hear the word siesta, we often think that it is just about sleeping. Not so. More importantly, it is a time when we can be liberated from our thoughts and give ourselves fully to relaxation and reflection.
So I am incorporating this practice more in my life. How about you?