a magical place

Several days before Julie’s family photo session, the two of us drove out to the farmyard that was once her grandparents’  homestead.  It was a place where her grandparents welcomed her as a child, a place where cousins imagined & played. The property is tucked at the feet of the Pembina Hills with the vastness of the farm fields below, a playground for any child to dream & play. As we wandered the yard, Julie told me stories of how her & her cousin Ryan would imagine for countless hours amongst the hidden pathways, barns & fields. Several years ago, Ryan tragically passed away.  Julie, told me that  along with her memories of their times together, there was one thing that she had made sure to keep. She pulled out a wooden slingshot. Both her & Ryan had one.

I heard once that being apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time you have grown side by side; that both  your roots will always be tangled.

I also have been told that as we get shouldered by the burdens of what life brings our way, it is important to keep telling the stories of our childhood. The memories of who we are & those magical places we once entered into.

~When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning into shafts of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night & wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. We need the memory of magic to conjure magic again~ mccammon

Thanks Julie for sharing  a piece of your childhood  with me & telling me some of the stories of your magical place.