We can go back in time and experience a moment, relive it. I have done it often enough to realize how effective it is as a therapy tool for releasing us from frozen parts of the past when we had shut down feeling.
This time I am using it to become a butterfly on the railing of my grandmother’s front porch on the outskirts of the main street, Talbot, in my hometown, St. Thomas, Ontario. There’s a MacDonald’s restaurant where the house once stood. There is no longer an operating foundry across the street.
I want to go back in memory specifically to observe the communication between an Italian lady who spoke mostly Italian and a Polish lady who spoke mostly Polish but seemed to have no problem ‘talking’. They would sit daily on the comfortable chairs on the verandah. Watch the world go by. I was there as a child. I want to be there as an adult. Something will be satisfied and I will be the richer for the experience.