It goes back to the concept I have of being like children.
And I want to share the lyrics with you
"When the rain felt like freedom,
when the days were endless,
when the world filled our senses and our pockets were penniless,
when the boys were still mysteries,
when a kiss was a monster
without any histories and you wish it could last longer.
Cause we decided,
that we were delighted,
When did we change our minds?
When did we change our minds?
When the clouds gathered like magic
when we weren't ashamed to sing
when the sky was just as high as the tallest boy could swing,
when our parents were heroes
when our teachers knew best
and we never did quite notice how the other girls would dress.
Cause we decided,
that we were delighted,
When did we change our minds?
When did we change our minds?
When the porch swing was a sailboat,
when your father was a king
when a gift was like a miracle
and we could do anything
when we held hands with our friends
and we weren't afraid to love
when our mothers held us tightly and it was never quite enough.
We know when we changed our minds
We know when and why
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it to you?
(2x)
Oh let's change our minds.(2x
Let's Change our minds (2x)
Again."
~"When" By Annie Brooks.
To me, the rain still does feel like freedom.
It is one of the last piece of my childhood that I have clung to desperately.
But working so much with children this summer brought me back to idea of magic being possible, and that objects were made for so much more than their basic use.
It brought me back to concept of awe, pure wonder at all the world has to offer.
And that is a concept I'm working hard at regaining.
Because if I hold on to that reverence, if I get my grip around it, then I think I will be able to see and react appropriately to all of the awe-inspiring things God does daily, for there are countless.
And they should be taken account of.
So that is what I'm trying to do: change my mind again, go as far backwards as I can.
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