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.
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!
ReplyI 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.
Replywhat a great memory Casey.....love your take on the catalyst
Replythat *is* beautiful! I am amazed you remember something from such a young age! thank you so much for sharing!
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