So, I’ve been thinking about memories and the purpose that they serve. We can use them to shelter us from the storms of life, reflecting on the good times and using them to buoy us up. Or we can use them to hide from life, anchoring ourselves in time, frozen in some drama real or imagined.

It is interesting the way that we use our memories and eventually become defined by them.  Memories are curious things, some are locked tightly in our hearts, some we wear like badges or scars, some follow us like phantoms hovering about us just beyond our sight.

I think that it is important to honour our memories by dusting them off, acknowledging them and seeing them for what they really are.


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