Field of Dreams

The Write on Wednesday Spark: Small expectationsAs I am thinking about education and learning, kindergarten and university, I have taken this week's writing exercise from one of my early childhood books. It is an activity I do with small children and one that always inspires so I thought it would be fun to see what the exercise inspires in adults. So, your prompt is: Imagine yourself as tiny as your thumb.Where would you live? What would you do?

I twisted the prompt a tiny bit and wrote a nonfiction piece about my life as a seven year old. I will admit ahead of time, nonfiction is NOT my best attribute, but I do love having a challenge. :)

I sat in a field of enchanting dreams; soaring grasses from Jack and the Beanstalk to lost buttons from a bear named Corduroy. The sunlight bounced off my skin, creating a blanket of everlasting warmth. I was seven; a child of nature’s imagination. Poetic stanzas grew tall within my mind as if it were Wordsworth himself whispering words of wisdom to me.

 I formed a devotion to nature, to life, and to imagination. Rocks were painted with colors of uncertainty and created with a personal canvas that told stories of Indian tribes. Leafs were also sacred in my world. I wanted to savor the veins that once seeped water pellets through the spine of the tree. I pressed each leaf into a journal and kept the memory alive.

Kickball was my sport of choice. Pushing each muscle that formed between my thigh and leg, I made sure the ball was nowhere in sight. The grasses of the field scratched the surface of my legs each time the ball rolled towards my position. I would come home with marks of love from the grasses embracing my legs.

The field of dreams also carried a night life of music. I waltzed with the sounds of crickets and katydids that were speaking a fresh language of affection. The stars of the night told stories of souls that found peace in another life.  I felt home; safe in the arms of the tall grasses and the faraway music of the night. I go there in my dreams, remembering each delicate detail that encouraged me to write and imagine.