Precious Memories Flood My Soul

 

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Precious Memories Flood my Soul.

On such a quiet morning scenes unfold. Is it a memory or a dream that I am experiencing? I see Mother, Father, family, friends, home, and remembering a warm fireside glow.

 

I lie down under the apricot tree, without you, but with memories following me, spiraling free. How they come and go at will to fill me is a mystery.

Sights and sounds come marching through.

Passages and extracts from the past cross my mind’s path.

The preservation of my memories not only resides in my head, but in the cells of my body. I carry them gratefully.

I wish that you could hear what memories I hear and what I see. I wish that I could hear and see what you see, so that we would be able converse about them and honor their being.

Let us share precious memories, precious scenes, signs, and settings.

Once again let us lie under the apricot tree and feel our memories fill our minds, starting our hearts to throb with remembrances abounding in our precious, sacred recollections

Time is passing and we are inspired to fly across the years and once again enter our heart and soul zones, which have filled nearly to the brim with wonders of wonders to share.

A comforting thought is that I know you will always be there and you know I will be there for you in our precious memories.

 

 

15 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Carly
    Jul 15, 2018 @ 15:37:41

    Beautiful writing and a beautiful woman❤️

    Reply

  2. Sheryl
    Jul 15, 2018 @ 19:08:44

    Lovely- This is so beautiful and thoughtfully written.

    Reply

  3. GP Cox
    Jul 16, 2018 @ 04:24:24

    Wonderful passage, Sheila.
    My memories make me wish I could shed this life and go back into those years.

    Reply

  4. Sheila Clapkin
    Jul 16, 2018 @ 10:54:20

    I haven’t thought going back to the past would help jar the memories, but it works like a charm. Doesn’t it?. Thank you for knowing to move me on!!!

    Reply

  5. nancy cousins
    Jul 16, 2018 @ 13:18:21

    that was beautiful Sheila. thank you.

    Reply

  6. carol prudian
    Jul 16, 2018 @ 16:19:13

    For some reason I can’t leave a comment. But how can I forget “woohoo woohoo” . And the kids would all get excited, too

    Sent from my iPad

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    Reply

  7. Dina
    Jul 17, 2018 @ 11:14:23

    Such a beautifully written piece. Loved every word❤️

    Reply

  8. Nuala Ryan
    Jul 17, 2018 @ 11:56:35

    “ I carry them gratefully” is an important line for
    me at this moment of leaving family in Ontario, Canada.
    Boarding plane!
    I am ushered into reflection.
    Gratitude.
    Nuala.

    Reply

  9. Nuala Ryan
    Jul 17, 2018 @ 11:56:35

    “ I carry them gratefully” is an important line for
    me at this moment of leaving family in Ontario, Canada.
    Boarding plane!
    I am ushered into reflection.
    Gratitude.
    Nuala.

    Reply

  10. Sheila Clapkin
    Jul 18, 2018 @ 08:20:06

    I am joyful as you usher into reflection. As well, Gratitude to you for your strength.

    Reply

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