The Lazy A
February 16, 2012
Oh! dear old barn, where my childish days
Were passed full oft, how I long to be
Only a child again, to play
Beneath thy roof with the old-time glee!From The Old Barn, by Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913)
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Growthlines. . . 
Love it! Wish I could! 😀
Debbie
Thanks Debbie! I spent hour upon hour “growing up” in this barn. Sometimes I wish I could turn the clock back and step back into that space that felt like heart to me. Like home.
OH! This reminds me of the land my husband grew up on! It is still in the family and is PRECIOUS
This is HAPPY!!!
XO Jen
That’s wonderful that your family still has the land! The barn was on my granddad’s 1000 acres, which had to be sold soon after he died. I think I’m still grieving that loss. There is something healing about open land. I do miss that old barn. Pictures of it make me smile, but also have a bittersweet tone.
Like Kavanaugh’s Where have you gone, little boy. Why do we let go of that magic of youth .
Yes! There remains so much for us to see, embrace, learn from the child inside.
it is funny, Paulann that before I healed stories of happy childhoods or remembrances like this brought a feeling of loss. like friends with great childhoods that worry is foreign to them. life is expected and looks like it does turn out right for them.
Now, I appreciate hearing stories and warm memories.
I have no loss now, just appreciation for my life and freed I’m others. Discovering our inner world and doing the work to heal grants us our own miracle.
I enjoy watching you roll in that security of warmth you fondly remember.
There are places that house our memories. Some were given to us, some we found, some we created inside ourselves in space and time. I think they often hold us through childhood wounds. As adults I think they help us heal when we return to, even if only in our hearts. My granddad’s barn definitely offered me a place of security and warmth, of hope and possibility. A place to dream big. Thank you for stopping by.
I often visited the farms my aunts and uncles had in Saskatchewan, when I was a girl. A certain barn smell wafted through as I first glanced at that picture!
I’m glad I could bring you back to a childhood experience. Our sensory history is an amazing thing. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
I love all barns and windmills.. all nostalgic from the century farm of NE Iowa where I spent a lot of MY youth with grandma and grandpa and cousins.
And you’re right. Healing from childhood wounds, indeed. More things we share.
Thanks for this. I AM country, from the get-go!
I’m sitting in Houston in a motel and thinking of driving my dually on the 6 lanes (one direction!) of interstate tomorrow as we take Debbie’s son to the airport in the morning. I’m more at home with the critters, I guess.
Still remember sitting in the haymow with kittens so fresh they didn’t have eyes yet! Thanks for the picture again!
Isn’t it interesting what a “common denominator” barns are, connecting an country of diversity. I’m glad I could provide you with a little country in the midst of that one way 6 lane highway!
I am here to spread some Blog Sunshine Karma!
I nominate you for the Sunshine Award!
See
http://steponacrack.wordpress.com/2012/02/19/the-sunshine-award/
for details…
XO Jen
Thank you Jen! I will check out the details, and will do my best to continue the “sunshine”.