My first bed was made from wood and Masonite and it was painted blue. I have lucid memories being awake or maybe I should say being awakened, stunned in wonder of being me. I can still remember a sense of universe pouring into me.
It wasn’t dark and I could hear the stars through roof and ceiling calling down to me:
“Hey kid, we’ll leave you now to let you build your life.”
It was a wonderful and fearful moment and I really felt myself beyond the closeness of my family.
I cannot say I ever been religious… but… that early memory always make me wonder, from where I came, and where I’ll go one day, and maybe I will build myself a bed and paint it blue.