Because this is a holiday week in the US, I feel free not to write about only politics and other stress-inducing topics. For a change of pace, I thought back to the misty past when I was a very small goddess, to figure out my first memory.
The one I'm surest about* is this:
I am upright in the hot sun. Outside.What's your first memory?
Heat. Light. Light and heat. From above. Above exists. Cold below. Below exists. The stepping stone is cold and I stand on it. I exist.
I am not the heat, I am not the light, I am not the cold or the stone.
I AM, small, I end there and I end here, and I stand on this stepping stone and it is hot and it is glaring white above and my legs (I have legs) are bare and warm and I wear a ---- onesie? and a baby bonnet.
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* I have another one which is a little fuzzier and involves hearing people talk but not being able to understand a single word. Also, feeling like a turtle on its back, unable to move toward the light from the window. But the one I write about here is much stronger.