Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
We used to sing it with my cousins the first time I moved out and set off
for college. Big changes were unfolding in my life on personal and externalized
levels.
Rebel that I was against my parents’ restrictive authority at home in
our sleepy provincial town - I was so ill prepared to deal with the
reality of Martial Law imposed at our state university where I enrolled.
Just like the song I came with sweet dreams and a rosy naiveté -
sheltered all my life and lacking in much experience.
All of 17 years - pumped on dreams and drive, delusional and eager to
grab onto this flashing comet of a wild ride - too innocent and ignorant to
realize any risks or danger.
I fell in love and broke my heart, my romanticized ideals were both
burnished and tarnished - my petty superficial self exposed to much more than I
ever imagined.
In the process having joy and pain both expand and deepen my well of
being.
Gratefully and to this day each summer resurrects those memories and
emotions - reigniting these dreams and drives - instilling and distilling what
I was and what I hoped to be into who I truly am.
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