Friday, May 30, 2008

Catalyst #11


This week's catalyst for Creative Therapy involves your first memory. Mine goes way back, when I was probably about two, in my crib. I remember waking up, to what in my mind's eye was in the middle of the night, standing up and grabbing the bars of my crib, and calling for my mother. I remember watching the dark doorway for her, and and seeing her arrive. She picked me up put of my crib, and that's where the memory ends. Although it's a gray, sleepy scene in my mind's eye, it's still a warm memory. My mother was there for me when I needed her, and 37 years later, she still is.

4 comments:

  1. That's beautiful. I can't believe you can remember that from being in a crib. That's a lovely tribute to your Mother. Thanks for sharing it with us!

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  2. I think it's amazing what we remember from our past when we sit back and allow our mind to travel -- this is a touching memory.

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  3. what a great memory Casey.....love your take on the catalyst

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  4. that *is* beautiful! I am amazed you remember something from such a young age! thank you so much for sharing!

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