In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Memory on the Menu.”
The flavor, texture and resilience of memories can be as vast as the Sahara. Those that are recent, vivid and kinetic are more readily interwoven with the fabric of our daily lives. Often after having extreme fun with friends I have enjoyed rerunning the tape and immediately upturned lips morph into a smile and my mind is filled with the joy and warmth that were part of that special event. Like a tool or a nest egg, a memory that is fresh can be relived for the purpose of sprucing up the present moment. A welcomed past opens into the present.
Unlike the memories of old that carry a patina of a treasured antique; they are structured, solid, unchangeable and the feelings that are conjured are slightly removed from impacting the present day in the same way, instead, they seem to display portions of who we have become. They are interwoven into the fabric of our cellular selves. More often memories reel the mind back to a corner of our personal experience as it was then. Although the feelings are readily available it is I who must travel back and submerge myself into the memory as opposed to having a memory metaphorically speaking at the end of a fishing line spinning back to today.
I myself enjoy having memories, all sorts, the good the bad and the ugly. It fortifies an idea that I have roots and am part of a community. I like having a history. At the same token, I believe we can outgrow our memories. As our understanding and acceptance of who we really are becomes undeniable; and being present, or another way of putting it may be . .. “Being in the Moment ” becomes a more frequent practice, memories become obsolete. In the moment we occupy a fullness that seems to embrace all there is. Our memories are no longer broken down in the mind as events, dialogue, time and place but are perhaps just part of the ether that exists in the stillness of our eternal awareness.
I have a desire to add, in closing, that these are just my thoughts and musings and a sharing of my own experience of what memories are to me. I am not a specialist at any one thing, and my only aspirations at this point is to “Know My Self “.
Blessings to all who travel here.