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 A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one. Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.  |
| Prompt: What are your top five memories? Write about them in your Blog entry today. ------- In the archives of my mind, lots of memories exist because I've lived so long, but I can't tell which ones are at the top. This is because each take their top position in connection with my mood of the moment or a certain life event, which might have reminded me of an earlier experience. Nevertheless, here are a few of such memories. My most playful and happier memories usually have to do with my cousins. These memories feel like gifts when I look back. Because I was an only and overprotected child of my mother's, being with cousins let me have the fun and camaraderie of siblings and childhood friends that didn't exist in my real life. These memories surface when something in the present resembles the past or when I cajole them to surface if I am feeling low. Such memories steady me, especially in difficult times for they are not only records but resources and reminders that joy has existed and, if by some luck, may return. For example, I recall the day when a whole bunch of us. I think we were seven kids but it could have been more since I'm lucky with the number of cousins I have. We begged, and with some luck, grasped permission to go to a park, without adult supervision. Since we were a crowd, that permission was easily given by my uncles and aunts, and, however hesitantly, by my mother, too. On our way back, a sudden rainfall caught us unawares. While others on the street ran for shelter, we stayed out in the open on purpose. At the end, we were all soaked to the bone and laughing and giggling and having fun. When we finally got home, the adults couldn't reach for enough towels. I said earlier that I didn't have any top memories. Come to think of it this memory has to be at the top of it all, maybe because I felt so strongly, a belonging with my cousins and also felt so free to have done something possibly mischievous and forbidden. Other memories, too, obey the same or similar rules of association. My grandmother's hands braiding my hair, a new year's eve party much later, walking by the shore holding hands with my husband when we were newly engaged, the very rare occasion my two very different and, more often than not, incompatible sons watching TV or playing together also act as powerful triggers for a smile on my face. All these memories carry strong emotional weight for me, but good or bad, they are in the archive within me, so I can reach for them when I need to. This is because such recollections come to me with some strong emotions attached. Emotions like comfort, pride, love, because my brain does not store these experiences as cold facts. It records them along with my feelings that surrounded them. They are there to steady me, especially in difficult times. I remember the happy hours or hardships as milestones and reminders. Reminders that, as they say, "This, too, shall pass." . |
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