Posted by Sirin on May 19, 2010 in
Adventures I was one of Faramir’s men the other day. For a few glorious moments I was a grim and fearless archer willing to risk everything for his country. Then reality returned.
But still.
I find the level of belief I had those few moments beautifully scary. It made me remember how I used to play ten years ago. I’m not old, I’m truly not. Yet there are certain aspects of my younger years I have forgotten. I play too seldom and am too frivolous when I do. What happened to serious games where you actually are Faramir or Pocahontas or a troll? You don’t pretend that you are them.
You are.
It scared me that I felt so grown up. The only remedy I can think of is a few shots with my bow and pick a bunch of flowers. That’ll get the job done nicely.
Tags: adulthood, archery, childhood, faramir, flowers, games, imagination
Posted by Sirin on Apr 10, 2010 in
Daily challenges,
Thoughts Today…
I feel like an old lady. Walking around the garden, taking photos of flowers and sticks and rabarber buds (see rhubarb). Scowling at little girls, walking by with their radio playing songs I’ve never heard by singers I’ve never heard of.
It’s spring now. Windy. All the flagpoles have their ropes thrown against their poles, making it a chorus of snap-cracks and whip-snaps. Girls with tight jeans and loudspeakers are disturbers of the peace.
Am I old?
I’ve always thought that my current age was 16, what if it isn’t? Am I abandoning my teenage years by doing photography, gardening, berets, and walks over windy fields?
Nah, I don’t think so.
Tags: age, beret, blue sky, flowers, girls, nature, old lady, photo, rabarber, rhubarb, snow, Spring, teens, unknown artists, walks