A revelation . . . am I losing my mind,
my memory? Alas, I've thought so for
a while now, and then yesterday, I spent
hours going through four boxes of treasures,
last of this whole, "Let's move to the cabin!"
lunacy. It felt something along the lines of
the miraculous. Each photo I held in my
hand was a memory renewed. I softly
smoothed the wrinkles in a scarf and was
moved to tears. I gently brushed the dust
from beloved pieces of yesteryear and
memories flooded my mind. Much needed
sweet thoughts of my mother invaded my
soul. Lovely images of my grandmothers
still linger. A childhood revisited and a faith
restored . . .
holding history
revisiting memories
scrapbooks of the mind
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