"Frozen moments of the past that find us in the future ...
ignite the
soul
in an instant -
transporting us to that very place
once again."
~ Lisa May
"Spring cleaning"
introduced herself personally to me last last week ...
with vigor motivation and passion.
You know - those moments when the birthing of an idea,
desire and ambition
awakens the sleeping spirit, introducing a
brand new day -
eye's suddenly wide open,
and there's no stopping
its momentum?
We become a powerful force on a impossible mission!
The "impossible" I'm speaking of
is organizing, piling, sifting, sorting through and
reminiscing
countless years of memorabilia.
Pictures with toothless grins from ear to ear,
instantly launch my heart right back to that very moment
so long ago forgotten.
Salamanders cupped in a young boy's hands -
eyes wide open in awe and wonder of its creation,
captured forever. Frozen - as time stands still
in print.
I remember.
Freckled cheeks,
dark brown pig-tails and
chocolate brown eyes
that sear a burning hole right into the depths
of the soul
fixed - stare right up at me.
Caught in an instant
with the click of a camera.
Forever.
I remember.
Greetings cards
composed awkwardly in cherry-red crayon declare:
"I luv you mommy.
You are the best mommy in the whole world!"
Moments such as this, catch me unexpectedly off-guard.
I slow down my hurried pace of accomplishing this task,
and - with a long sigh - stop and sit back.
Eyes become wet.
The words suspend as an echo in the air around me.
My fingers trace the red letters.
I remember.
"Happy Anniversary" ... 20 years of
bliss, joy, sorrow, tears,
laughter, trials, challenges, adventures,
departure, embracing, loving -
all intertwined in a kaleidoscope of
Promises. Commitment. Love. Dedication. Joy.
Eternal union.
I remember.
"Happy Birthday's"
etched forever
from some who have passed
beyond the veil,
inked with their spirit ... a fingerprint of
their very own unique reflection,
permanently -
inscribed with their distinguished handwriting.
I remember.
Journal's
penned of
life's journeys.
Joy's.
Gratitude engraved. Mortal moments.
Goal's accomplished and those still yet to be.
Spiritual testimonies. Awakenings. Discoveries.
Countless dates. Records kept.
A
hand-print of who I am,
for generations yet to come.
hand-written ... forever.
I remember.
Favorite books
of long ago...
now faded, bent pages and worn binding.
Beloved "once upon a time" stories read
over and over and over again,
each night as the crickets chirped outside -
beneath a black licorice, starry studded canopy.
Our bodies tucked lovingly with uncontrollable giggles,
cocooned under grama's hand-stitched quilts.
Laughing. Journeying. Savoring.
I remember.
Pictures.
"I love you's."
"Get Well's."
an abundance of handwritten notes inscribing
forever friendships
endearing through the years.
All of these, tug at the heartstrings ...
transporting my being,
my mind, my emotions.
Collected, sorted,
treasured in protection forever.
I will always remember.
What do you remember?
All of these pieces, moments, memories
are golden threads
in the tapestry of our lives.
Treasured, priceless collections
such as this
gathered up in your own life and corner of existence,
- a snapshot picture
of who we are.
Who we have become and still are
becoming.
Here's to treasuring your memories of the past
and remembering them today.
♥