Flying through Space on a Giant Onion

When I was a little kid, I loved to take out an old necklace and drape it over my head...then I would go to the window and direct the snow with my hands...get it to swirl around outside my window with gusts of wind.

The sun, moon and trees and animals were my friends and I would visit with them often. I could feel their love for me. I got angry when people used the term "man in the moon" because I knew that she was really a woman...an ancient crone with with the appearance of eternal youth. As far as I was concerned, my whole environment was alive around me, even the Earth herself...I could feel the sensation of her subtle movements in the ground below. I could feel that we were of one creation, but I didn't have the words to express it then.

I had an inherent sense of knowing I would get everything I asked for... and of purpose...I knew that somehow I would be of great value to... everything as I knew it. My parent's christian upbringing brought great conflict to me and challenged what I knew instinctively. Unfortunately, I lost my confidence in myself and the validity of my own thoughts and beliefs from being physically punished and ignored a lot of the time...and it was a long and difficult struggle to come back to what I once felt and lived easily.

Hmmmm....I need to get off this computer and direct the snow now. later...