Diane, the use of the word visceral floods the gates of remembrances. I also loved the post-it image to show a quick spurt of thought that has deep meaning.
Visceral works that way for me, too. I can still feel those scabs on my knees cracking as I knelt in church. Ouch.
There is much that happens when finally released to the outdoors, like those memories of long ago. You caught that feeling well, Diane!
Thanks, Linda. My mother warned me not to ride on the back of bikes. Of course I did and learned my lesson the hard way--a fall and bloody knees.
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Diane, the use of the word visceral floods the gates of remembrances. I also loved the post-it image to show a quick spurt of thought that has deep meaning.
ReplyDeleteVisceral works that way for me, too. I can still feel those scabs on my knees cracking as I knelt in church. Ouch.
DeleteThere is much that happens when finally released to the outdoors, like those memories of long ago. You caught that feeling well, Diane!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda. My mother warned me not to ride on the back of bikes. Of course I did and learned my lesson the hard way--a fall and bloody knees.
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