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Do you know what I’m grateful for…

as I begin another beautiful day….

I’m grateful for all the memories

I’ve made along the way.

May we be blessed as we look back on our lives…

to be contented…happy and pleased…

for all those beautiful moments every day

we’ve turned onto memories.

May we be blessed to understand how truly blessed we are

from the moment our life starts…

that even the smallest memories

can find a place within our hearts.

He pauses two times every day around the first and the last light…

Once after his eyes open in the morning…and once before they close at night.

At night…a peaceful moment…where in his bed he lay…

to relive some of the memories he collected throughout the day.

And in the morning when he wakes up…

as his eyes becomes accustomed to the light

he pauses a moment to wonder 

what memories he will take to bed that night

The longer I live the more I am grateful for certain things 

I hear,

touch,

taste

smell

and see…

And by how just being in their presence…

they can awaken a memory.

May we be blessed to live in a house

with a loving, caring and supportive family…

A house where every room we walk into

awakens a memory..

 ONE OLD HAT AND FRYING PAN

Our life is like a book of endless short stories..

filled with a myriad of highs and lows.

Stories we will write today stretching as far back as our memory goes.

One of the wonders and beauty we possess…as every day we age

is how easily a memory can be triggered…opening our book to a certain page. 

Sometimes it a thing, a word, a photo…a melody…

and before we know it our book is opened to that page in our memory.

Today before my morning walk…two memories awoke…

both of them unplanned.

Stirred by Deborah’s dad’s old fishing hat 

and her mom’s cast iron frying pan. 

I stopped and smiled at the memories evoked

and since there were more memories I wanted to see…

I asked these two memories if they’d like to take a walk with me.

So as the three of us walked this morning 

with the stars shining and the wind whistling through the trees…

I perused through a few short stories in the book of my memories.

What a beautiful walk we had this morning…

and to think it all began…

with memories awakened by an old fishing hat

and a cast iron frying pan.

I think of my memories like snowflakes falling softly in my mind

It’s a place where my past and present are uniquely intertwined.

I never know what memory will land in moments of quiet reflection

when my mind’s an open frame…

because as they cascade down, just like snowflakes, no two memories are the same.

Sometimes a memory lands on my hand….meant to quickly brighten my day

lasting only for a moment until it quickly melts away.

Sometimes, if I look up, close my eyes, open my mouth

and stick out my tongue…

It’s as if I can taste the memory of a time when I was young. 

Sometimes, if I’m lucky, a memory lands upon my shoulder…

and walks with me a while.

The kind of memory that lingers as it makes me laugh or cry

or smile.

When I’m walking with a memory time is unimportant…

and the world around me is moving slow….

perhaps that’t why I’m always happy…

when my memories begin to snow.

For there is nothing more exciting…more wondrous…

nothing better to put my heart at ease…

than walking slowly through a flurry 

of snowflake memories.

I’m not sure how or why it happened but this morning

as I walked out the door from the house in which I dwell…

in my mind the door to some happy memories opened up as well.

I made no attempt to close it because I had no doubt

some of those memories have been waiting a long time to get out.

And I had to smile as I allowed these random memories

that only my mind’s eye can see

to escape into the morning and take a walk with me.

I love when this happens…because wherever I am I find

as I visit these wonderful old memories…the pleasure is all mine.

But I shouldn’t be having all the fun…why…that would just be mean

I imagine all you you have happy memories waiting to be seen.

So I suggest everyone who is reading this…open your happy memory doors.

No need to thank me for I am happy knowing the pleasure is all yours.