Remember youth, eating pizza at 3 a.m. and wearing t-shirts that declared anarchy? Remember the blind faith in yourself and the world? Looking back, I want that innocence. I want more of the sun, the garden, the high notes. I want time to stay green. Maybe if I pretend I can’t see it. I’ll be the ship sailing on an ocean of oblivion, not yet knowing I’m at the horizon’s mercy.
Is it really about time, though, or my desire for time? Do I want to spend my life avoiding the clock’s vibrations?
Come rest by me, take my hand and we’ll watch day stumble into evening. As I look into your soulful eyes. I think perhaps, I don’t want to be young again. Maybe it’s better if we invite every tragedy, and wisdom learned to sit here beside us. I want maturity rolling on our tongues when our mouths mate. I want the years naked between us, drinking from our wine.
Maybe, as we rest here in the stillness of twilight, the sky will open for us, showering us with petals and what we don’t want to see will seem softer, tender. And we’ll welcome whatever comes next with our t-shirts of wisdom, knowing there are still horizons yet to unfold.
-Tosha Michelle
Beautifully written Tosha. To turn back time when life seemed so easy and carefree. Yet with age and maturity comes wisdom and appreciation. I say we just live for now and all its unplanned seasons and make the best of it all A lovely post.
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I agree. In some ways I’m much happier now than when I was younger. There’s a certain grace and serenity that comes with each passing year.
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So true Tosha. A kind of acceptance of how things are and just learning to go with the flow. At least that’s how it is for me.
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Yes, exactly.
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Melancholy, with a side of sweet beauty. I’ll bring my shirt if you’ll bring yours.
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Deal! 😉 xx
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome. Thank you. xx
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Wait a minute! I still wear t-shirts promoting anarchy 🙂
Thanks for the lovely thoughts, Tosha Michelle. Gary
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You rebel! Good for you! xx
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These are wise words, Tosha. Youthful innocence may promote bliss, but ignorance is still ignorance. Opening our eyes to the true nature of the world might feel like falling in near-freezing water, but it is also necessary. What we don’t want to see will only become softer and more tender if we face it.
On a more personal note, I think I’m more content now than I was when I was younger. Having a stronger sense of purpose more than makes up for the loss of youthful innocence.
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Thank you, Josh. I really appreciate your words. I think you’re right, having a sense of purpose can drive us and give us hope.
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Hey, Josh. That’s exactly the theme of Wordsworth’s “Tintern Abbey”! (The overt theme, anyway. There’s enough delicious tension in that poem to leave us wondering if the pull toward the greater purpose of adulthood really outweighs the nostalgic pull of childhood.)
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Oh really? I have to read that poem now!
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All I can say to this is:
yes, Let’s. ❤
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We shall then.
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Know the feeling all too well. Here’s to hoping our best years lie ahead.
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Amen, sister.
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Love you 😊
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You too.
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♡ it. Worries flee from thought, to evolve into a peace, that remains dear to my heart.
This one’s a keeper.
Thanks for sharing these words of wisdom.
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You’re welcome. Thanks for reading Dale.
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Tosha, “Seasoning the Season” is a true please to read, very visual and you’ve captured so many truths. What a wonderful way to embrace the “clocks vibrations”. ~ Mia
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Thanks, Mia! xx
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You’re welcome, enjoy the rest of your day!
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You too.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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You had me at eating pizza at 3AM. Wonderful, as always!
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Ha-ha. Thank you.
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Your prose is poetry in motion and so filled with great lines and imagery. My favorite is say stumbling into evening…that is just brilliant 🙂
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Thanks, Thomas. I’m really starting to enjoy writing the more prosey stuff.
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You are welcome, Tosha. I admire your versatility. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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Does a t shirt stating
“where’s the beef”
count as wisdom?
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Only if you find the beef.
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I can’t tell if that’s supposed to be naughty……..
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Ha-ha. Take it anyway you like.
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……..I don’t wanna.
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then don’t, silly. By the way. my favorite avatar of yours.
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It’s because I look like Marcus Mumford
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No. Harry!! Anyway, logging off. In a mood. I know you understand those. One day, we will commiserate together. Until then, have a good night and good luck finding the beef. xx
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You have a wonderful night and pleasant dreams
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For some reason I’ve been on a punk kick lately & the opening lines made me smile from the connection to that. Another great piece! Thank you for all you provide!
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Thank you! x
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🙂
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Bonne soirée,
mon sourire de Provence…
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Good morning xx
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This is gorgeous Tosha–it perfectly captures ‘those’ moments; moments I do not have words for but you do, and for that I am eternally grateful. Thank you love. 🙂
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No. Thank you. xx
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To me, you are still very young. Perception is reality and every horizon met, passes quickly into the past.
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Thank you very much.
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Beautiful piece Tosha, I was going to say when I was younger I was a bit of an idiot, but thats not really true, I had more miles to go than I do now, and I was running then where now I walk – I’m not sure I see more now than I did then, my vision is more selective, and I know more, or I think I do! Xx
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Thank you, Sir Lovely. I think I do too. 😉 xx
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The youth of innocence, the innocence of youth.☺ Very nice, my friend!
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Thank you. Dustin.
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Another wonderful read. It brought back so many memories of days gone by. Loved it.
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Thank you!
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Time marches on relentlessly dragging us kicking and screaming!!
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That it does!
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