November 2015

From the Dragons’ Den

‘I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vales and hills…..!’ I wonder how many of us read or learned by rote William Wordsworth’s famous poem during our school days. It reminds me of ‘time out’ in early days when I would wander freely wherever and whenever, lost in my own thoughts and dreams. The occasions when this can happen sometimes get lost in the hustle and bustle of growing up, working at an occupation, perhaps marrying and raising a family or sustaining others. Yet, probably in all of us is the need for this time when we can become lost in our own small world, when we are able to put aside worries and concerns and let our thoughts wander where they will.

One of our Little Dragons, who has taken time to leave her carer’s side, having clung to the hand (or leg) of the safe haven, took off for the first time this week and wandered away sometimes playing for a short while with the many objects of desire available, but also simply stopping and looking and obviously wondering about the active involvement of other little bodies who were mostly unaware of anyone else. What was she feeling? What was she thinking? Was she thinking in words, or simply in impressions? Will she ever recall those moments?

Perhaps you can think back to being very young. Can you consciously remember having actual thoughts? Were those thoughts simply impressions until, as language developed, the ability grew to put those thought processes into words either aloud or silently within?

Can you remember? I can’t. I wish I could. I wish I could see myself as I was at such and such a stage. Perhaps not!

It is possibly best to retain memories of the distant past cushioned in a rosy glow; maybe a better option. Hmm!

Val Butterworth