Harmonizing with Your Younger Self
Age 12
Age 60
When I wrote the memoir of my three years in Cold War Germany, I was in my late 50s and now my early 60s. When I experience those times, I write through my voice of myself at ages 12-15.
The harmony now, and the richness I bring to these stories are something that only time, good times, wretched times and life can provide. I became aware of this listening to this rendition of “Walking in the Air” (from the production of “The Snowman,” the book written and illustrated by Raymond Briggs)
It is the haunting medley of the original singer, now thirty years later, harmonizing with the recording of his younger self. The enchantment I feel listening to the two voices from the same human at different stages of his life is staggering.
I include it in this post, so you too can be both transported to his life, and his song and invite you to harmonize with the song of your younger self.
I am going to self-publish my memoir as the “No” I am faced with time and time again, has fueled me into the state of “You just haven’t taken the time, to appreciate my harmony, with past viewed through the lens of my present and the magic it has made”.
Here is my call, my request to all of you readers: Write me something, tell me something here, that you want us to know about you. So many of us are afraid-today let’s collectively let go of the fear and support each other with our words, our past, viewed through today’s version of ourselves.
I just don't remember my childhood. Or barely remember the past.....I remember friends but don't remember teachers. I have to assume that my experiences forged me but really don't remember much about it/them. I'm amazed by your recall, as I've said more than once.
I do miss the joy and enthusiasm that came with being a child and that discovery of the world. I'm so cynical now.
I can remember as a child, age 5 or 6 and beyond, that an effervescence would well up inside of me. There didn’t need to be anything in particular going on, those bubbles of excitement would just appear from within and make me feel giddy! As I think back on it now, I can say that I did experience a similar giddiness when Christmas was around the corner, Halloween costumes were being made (my princess costume), seeing the ocean through the pine trees on our vacations, and seeing my grandma and grandpa drive up to our house for a long stay at our house.
A lot of those things are in the past, but new things have replaced them. I feel bubbles when I know my daughter’s coming home from school, first snowfall, spring buds blossoming, and a glorious walk through a forest! I hope never to lose that almost child-like joy within—I think it’s what keeps me…