Souvenirs You Never Lose

Posted on by Uncommon Heather

In this new year, i’m going to be reposting some of my earliest blog posts. Some of these are really good, if I may say so myself, and I would like for some of the newer folks to get a chance to read them.

This one is about coming to terms with my imperfections and realizing that I wouldn’t be ME without them!

I hope you enjoy…

Uncommon Heather

Every once in a while I think of that Goo Goo Dolls song, ‘Name’, which has the line “Scars are souvenirs you never lose The past is never far.” It brings to mind superficial scars, like the crescent shaped scar on my forearm, where our dog Tasha bit me when I tried to take a chicken bone from her. It usually takes a moment or two of deeper thinking before I remember how many scars I have.

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All my life I've considered myself an artist. Give me a pencil and I will sketch. Give me clay and I will shape it into something cool. Now I see that written word is much like working with clay or paint in that I can write, erase and re-write to convey my ideas and feelings, and hopefully, create a work of art.

Souvenirs You Never Lose

Posted on by Uncommon Heather

In this new year, i’m going to be reposting some of my earliest blog posts. Some of these are really good, if I may say so myself, and I would like for some of the newer folks to get a chance to read them.

This one is about coming to terms with my imperfections and realizing that I wouldn’t be ME without them!

I hope you enjoy…

Uncommon Heather

Every once in a while I think of that Goo Goo Dolls song, ‘Name’, which has the line “Scars are souvenirs you never lose The past is never far.” It brings to mind superficial scars, like the crescent shaped scar on my forearm, where our dog Tasha bit me when I tried to take a chicken bone from her. It usually takes a moment or two of deeper thinking before I remember how many scars I have.

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Published by Uncommon Heather

All my life I've considered myself an artist. Give me a pencil and I will sketch. Give me clay and I will shape it into something cool. Now I see that written word is much like working with clay or paint in that I can write, erase and re-write to convey my ideas and feelings, and hopefully, create a work of art.