“The scene appears to me fairly indifferent and I cannot understand why it should have become fixed in my memory. Let me describe it to you. I see a rectangular, rather steeply sloping piece of meadow-land, green and thickly grown; in the green there are a great number of yellow flowers — evidently common dandelions… Three children are playing in the grass. One of them is myself (between the age of two and three); the two others are my boy cousin… and his sister.” (Freud,
A nice piece, Amy. Yesterday I was writing about memories triggered by seemingly random connections (in my case, a certain type of cake, and a pat of butter). A fascinating area to dig into. Your piece is a great pointer to all the questions we might be asking ourselves if we weren't so busy. Slowing is a rewarding action! x
A nice piece, Amy. Yesterday I was writing about memories triggered by seemingly random connections (in my case, a certain type of cake, and a pat of butter). A fascinating area to dig into. Your piece is a great pointer to all the questions we might be asking ourselves if we weren't so busy. Slowing is a rewarding action! x
Much to ponder here that I hadn’t considered before