Tag: memories

For no understandable reason other than by chance, the insignificant ‘thing’ caught my eye. I had simply glanced down. It had no scent. It made no sound. It could not see, hear, taste, feel or touch. Still, it seemed to cry out pick me up.

My dear friend, Ellen, died in December 2021. Hers was a long fight with cancer. She survived far longer than doctors had predicted. And until the end, she remained active and lively.

A birthday cake can be a sacrament sometimes. So can be a book. So can be a cabin or a bicycle or a painting. So can be tools, with their history written on their bodies in flecks of paint and old sawdust and patterns of wear

I wonder if, in one or more of this earth’s many languages, there is a word for this curious remembering?

Today I’m 15 years old again. I’m wearing a plaid shirt. My hair is in a ponytail. I just said happy birthday to my friend and left school. I’m outside now, walking home.

But now I’m frozen, my legs anchored to the sand beneath me.