…and other things.
Often, our memories are faded with a clear picture of our past, present and even future experiences. Many times, we’re given small reminders of those glory days where time is filled with molasses, and the days linger like wisdom being handed out in small bites.
I’m often reminded of my childhood through the layers of the day; and if I’m lucky enough, I’ll get many chances to relive those moments as an adult. See, my reminders don’t always come from outside my body, but quite the opposite. They come from the interior inner layer that gets to be broken down and repaired each day I learn, listen, and love. These are the moments of the day I feel the strongest and weakest in the most loving way possible.
These are the moments I’m reminded of myself.