January 16, 2013

Do You Remember How to Draw?

Can you guess to whom these charming baby shoes belong to?
That's right! They are mine and I am GRATEFUL to my mom for keeping them almost 40 years and more...
Looking at this most treasured keepsake, I can see that little curious girl who liked to draw butterflies and flowers on every possible paper sheet; the girl who sang with pleasure every single time she was asked to (even through the phone), enjoying the attention and the applause; who demonstrated a great ability of reading text at about four-years old; who liked wearing shorts and short hair, but also was extremely picky about her dresses from a very early age, her mama said...  
Sometimes I miss that girl. She seems distant and I can barely remember her.
Other times, her presence is such an organic part of me, especially when joy and beauty fill my days. On such days she is so alive and joyous that I let her out to swing at the park, jump in the puddles, lay on the grass, make snow angels in the snow, bake cookies in a messy kitchen...This little girl with her polished shoes is in me when I dive into those random moments of happiness or when I simply wander through the window while my mind flows with the birds. This little person is the force that pushes my creativity, keeps my imagination alive and holds my sense of amazement. I guess, because of her, at forty-something, I love reading children's books and gazing through the dreamy illustrations as much as I love laughing out loud, having chocolate for breakfast (well, sometimes), chasing the rainbow with my son...  
I hate the times when she disappears, perhaps, because through the years, I have learnt how important for my adult life the inner child inside is and how lost I feel in her absence (often this little self knows me better than anybody else and she helps me to remember myself). But I know how to accept and love this girl without feeling immature and childish, how to keep her safe and free within my heart. And whenever she goes back to sleep, I know these red shoes will always help me awaken her. 

“When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college - that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, "You mean they forget?”                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               ― Howard  Ikemoto

                                                                          What keeps your inner child alive, dear friends?

Thank you for bringing joy to my day!

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  1. What dear shoes, Sylvia,
    and how wonderful that
    your sweet mother kept
    them through the years!

    Love that quote and your
    lovely thoughts....

    I will have to ponder the
    question of what makes
    my inner child come out
    to play; I'm really not sure!

    Thank you for all of the
    smiles that this post brought
    me, Sylvia!

    xo Suzanne

    I think that connecting
    with others' inner children
    might coax my own out....

  2. Oh how I love this POST! Sylvia, I have chills and it is NOT due to the fact that it is below zero here! YOU have touched upon something that is part of my being....staying YOUNG at heart.

    What keeps that inner child alive in me? CREATIVITY, of course. From imagining characters coming alive (my husband and I are always playing with animals from our garden, making dialogue between them) to drawing, reading poetry, INVENTING IDEAS...these things keep us going. For many others, the process may look different. But what is essential is to HAVE A VISION because without anything to look forward to, the soul weakens, the senses get rusty in their ability to ignite ideas and then make them real.

    Oh how I love this post and I am glad that you technical difficulties (many blogging friends are having them) are OVER!!

    Big and loving hugs, Anita

  3. Sylvia,
    Your posts are always so inspiring to me...I truly need a word better than inspiring. I always feel so settled yet excited after I read what you write.
    My mother kept my set of Little House on the Prairie books that I read over and over when I was young. I think that's where my desire for simple living and to be in the country comes from. I prayed nightly that I could be like Laura. :)

    I hope your new year is off to a beautiful new beginning.

    *wanted to let you know that I've had some tech. issues with My Yellow House and no longer have access to it. Just wanted you to know it is still me. :) I have started a new blog though...a little bittersweet after three years.

  4. Ah Sylvia such a beautiful post...you were holding a mirror up for me in many ways, I thank you for that. My little red shoes were balanced at the end of my bed so I could gaze on them until sleep came for me...and there they would be in the early morning light, still there, such joy! Still makes me want to twirl just thinking of them,

    Sarah -x-

  5. i love, love, love this. perfect. i can so relate in so many ways and am so glad i clicked on your photo and was brought here. have a wonderful day!

  6. Beautiful post both with this gorgeous photo - just love that red - and your words.

  7. What amazing shoes you had - a very lucky little girl

  8. I am fairly sure my Mum still has mine. You have made me think about it now and I will have to ask her


  9. New to your blog. I smiled when I read your post! Thanks.

  10. So beautiful and stylish photo of your shoes! What a great vintage feeling :)

  11. Beautiful shoes with a beautiful story...as we all search for our inner child!

  12. This post brought tears to my eyes, dear sister....
    Your little shoes are precious...and your words ring true.
    I love keeping photos of myself as a little girl close at hand...when I am hard on myself, or disappointed, or frustrated....she brings me back to my TRUE self...
    Beautiful...just beautiful!
    Hope your week will be splendid, dear one...thank you for who you are...so blessed by you!
    - Irina

  13. P.S. love the video...except I would not cross out the violin music...heee

  14. What a beautiful post. Your words and sentiments ring true to me. Our inner child still lives in all of us. Mine comes and goes, but I know she's in there. Sometimes we just need little reminders : )

    Love your blog!

    Danielle xo

  15. What a sweet reminder of how to truly find what makes us renewed. The photo conveys more than the eye can see.

  16. I absolutely love this post and your little shoes too! :)
    Have a wonderful weekend!

    Marisa Xo

  17. Your shoes are beautiful, and what keeps my inner child alive is acting and being an entertainer.


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