You know, nostalgia is a funny thing. It comes in many forms. For myself, nostalgia is a feeling. A feeling I cannot pinpoint, but when it happens I’m there. There is the place where whatever happened long ago has circled back to my mind and all at once I am back in time. Back to the place that hopefully has fond memories for me. The feeling flows through me for the briefest of moments and I am in the place called There.
This feeling or moment lasts only a second, but that second sends warm feelings through me and oh how I wish I could stay longer. Just a few moments more. Moments to savor that time in the past where I long to be if only for a few seconds longer. If possible, would I change anything? Probably and this probably is the reason why I cannot visit longer. Once done it is done and there is no going back to change the outcome.
Some call this dejavu and maybe it is, but what is dejavu? It is a feeling of having experienced the present situation. So, yes in a sense this is dejavu. It happens once in a blue moon with me and mostly the experiences or the place called There are times in my childhood where all was well and safe for me. That says a lot because my childhood was not the best. Not even the better. A rocky childhood is how I will put it where you never know from one moment to the next what to expect. So, you live in fear mostly and fear is a horrible feeling for a child who can control nothing.
However, the moments that were warm and safe are those that come flooding back to my mind when nostalgia happens. I love those times. Did then and still do. So, the place called There is a place I love to revisit and thankfully that place holds wonderful feelings for myself.
When God Speaks 
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