Time Along the Tracks

Sometimes Gracefully Sometimes Gracefully

Authors throughout all of Western literature constantly wrote about Time. And not only the value of Time, but also the mysterious nature of Time. How Time is only recognizable once it passes. How we only understand the beauty of a moment once it’s gone.

Maybe that’s a bit too philosophical for a Wednesday morning, but I’ve been thinking about Time and childhood and what it really means to grow up. My favorite novel not as a child but as an adult has consistently been Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. If you only know Peter Pan from the Disney movie {which I love}, I highly suggest reading the novel. Barrie is such a captivating and clever narrator, and he consistently relaxes the tensions of my adult mind and makes me feel the excitement and wonder I felt about the world when I was 10 years old. It’such a funny thing how children’s stories seem more true when read as an adult.

I’m always wondering at what moment in my life did I decide to “grow up.” Of course, I’m sure psychologists would tell me that it was never a quick “moment,” like turning on a light switch, but was rather a more gradual process of discernment and choice. Whatever the case, it’s crazy to look back on your childhood and think “Where’d that time go? What happened?”.

Sometimes GracefullyOf course, I’d never choose to go back to my childhood. To “never grow up,” as my favorite lost boy strives to achieve. And the same author who created Peter Pan also once said “God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”  Growing up is good. Time is good. Memory is good. And wandering around the local train tracks, climbing on trains, and joking with your husband is also very good. 🙂

Happy Wednesday!




  • Reply jennifer prod October 9, 2013 at 7:48 am

    similar things are going on in our minds… i think growing up has a lot to do with wanting to give back to the world instead of feeling the need to accumulate and accomplish. sort of like, you personally did all the things you needed to do — and now you’re ready to help others to them.

    my response is probably like 5% of a real answer. can you choose your essays? this might be a fun one 🙂

    also.. love the train photos!

    • Reply Grace Beekman October 9, 2013 at 9:31 am

      You’re so right! There comes a time when we start caring less about ourselves and more about others…although, some people still haven’t discovered that part of “growing up” even into adulthood…. 😉
      Perfect essay topic! But I’m writing too many of those currently, so I’ll leave that one for you!

  • Reply Nikki | The Ginger Diaries October 9, 2013 at 12:11 pm

    These photos are so fun! You look super sweet playing “with” the trains 😉 I am 21, and I am still a little shocked when someone refers to me as a “madame” and not a “misses”. This reminds me: I was recently on a bus and a young girl asked me how old I was since I was talking about university. When I told her I was 21, she said “are you THAT old?”. Haha! xo

  • Reply Sarah Heckle October 9, 2013 at 7:13 pm

    I love your boots! I know what you mean about thinking back on childhood. I always think how fun and weird it would be to meet my child self!

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