The memories of the last 18 years with my beloved Debra…. I know, I could die in the next breath knowing that I have been truly loved and seen by another human being.
The memories that I am making now with my husband (we have been married only 3 years) are the sustaining ones.
Childhood memories have become selective and warm. They arise unbidden in conversation or in thought and remind me of the sheer wonder of being alive.
I don’t think of memories as sustaining so much as encircling the heart –memories of times when I felt completely loved and accepted, memories of joy, memories of moments of awe when I looked out over some majestic part of creation and felt both infinitesimal and very cared for by God.
The memories that sustain me are ones in which I reached out to others, was a comfort to others or helped in any way. I suppose that would be times when I felt most connected to others and alive.
I do not have any specific memories that sustain me. I am 64 and I am the happiest I have ever been. I know that everything had to happen exactly as it did, for me to be where I am now and knowing there is a Higher Power guiding me that knows what is in my highest good sustains me.
Blessings to all.⚘
I find solace in memories of communication with the natural world.
The smell and springiness of a deep bed of pine needles under mature white pines.
Cool, squishy mud between my toes.
Diving into a still cold lake at dawn.
Encountering a bear in the woods.......
The blinding whiteness of a fresh snowfall on a very cold February day.
The smell of earth in early spring.....
Meadowlarks singing on a fence
Loon parents teaching their young to fly...
People are complicated for me. I have tr...
I find solace in memories of communication with the natural world.
The smell and springiness of a deep bed of pine needles under mature white pines.
Cool, squishy mud between my toes.
Diving into a still cold lake at dawn.
Encountering a bear in the woods…….
The blinding whiteness of a fresh snowfall on a very cold February day.
The smell of earth in early spring…..
Meadowlarks singing on a fence
Loon parents teaching their young to fly…
People are complicated for me. I have trouble seeing their nature.
My parents have been gone decades and I am in my late 60s yet I remember their constant kindness to me, my wife,and the children. They were always the calm in any storm.
the memories of making it through difficult times…the memories of joyful experiences. my memories should only inform my present and only in a positive, forward moving way.
I am not sure my memories sustain me. I think my sustenance comes from the here and now.
But I do have a faint memory that brings a smile to my lips and joy to my heart. When I was a very little girl I would awaken to the most beautiful music. I called it angel music.
During childhood, my father often came in the evening to sing together with my sisters and me. This is one of the most grateful and sustaining memories of loving care he offered to my sisters and me. Until today, the love for singing and music in general is nourished by this childhood experience, I would say, although my sisters asked me: “what are you talking about?” when I once expressed it. There have been magical moments full of beauty in nature and in special situations with beloved one...
During childhood, my father often came in the evening to sing together with my sisters and me. This is one of the most grateful and sustaining memories of loving care he offered to my sisters and me. Until today, the love for singing and music in general is nourished by this childhood experience, I would say, although my sisters asked me: “what are you talking about?” when I once expressed it. There have been magical moments full of beauty in nature and in special situations with beloved ones and friends, which sustain me deeply, supporting my awareness that there is much more in and around us than our so called daily reality suggests us to believe, and these moments will be guiding me through all my life. I feel every memory sustains me in a way, for example when I remember the people or the circumstances needed for preparing the food, until it is on my plate and I can eat it.
Being conscious of this has not always been like this, it is a result of times with others in meditation practices, reading and of sharing here. Every day becomes more of a celebration when I can manage to be gratefully aware of all the goods and people and experiences, which have been or are around me. Work in progress… I am really happy with it, and it sustains my feeling of being connected with all around, and with you here. Have a beautiful Saturday full of celebration, you all who visit here!
The many loving memories I have of my grandparents do sustain me. They have been gone for many years, but not a day goes by that I don’t think of them and speak to them and seek their counsel on my morning walks.
I never think about my memories as sustaining me, but rather as experiences that dovetail together and contribute to who I am today. Of course there were the days of my youth when all the body parts worked without complaining. And my farming years, that ever-rich, hard, close to the earth and rewording work of my young adult years remain forever in my heart and senses. Then there was the children’s retreat program I founded and ran for 26 years that remains a source of joy and pride for me per...
I never think about my memories as sustaining me, but rather as experiences that dovetail together and contribute to who I am today. Of course there were the days of my youth when all the body parts worked without complaining. And my farming years, that ever-rich, hard, close to the earth and rewording work of my young adult years remain forever in my heart and senses. Then there was the children’s retreat program I founded and ran for 26 years that remains a source of joy and pride for me personally. More recently, I retired over two years ago from working as a Youth Advocate for 31 years locally, a job and a passion I enjoyed greatly each and every year of my tenure.
As I look back over the years I consider myself very fortunate to have had meaningful employment that oftentimes didn’t feel like work at all―all blessing I give thanks for often.
The memories of the last 18 years with my beloved Debra…. I know, I could die in the next breath knowing that I have been truly loved and seen by another human being.
The memories that I am making now with my husband (we have been married only 3 years) are the sustaining ones.
Childhood memories have become selective and warm. They arise unbidden in conversation or in thought and remind me of the sheer wonder of being alive.
I don’t think of memories as sustaining so much as encircling the heart –memories of times when I felt completely loved and accepted, memories of joy, memories of moments of awe when I looked out over some majestic part of creation and felt both infinitesimal and very cared for by God.
The memories that sustain me are ones in which I reached out to others, was a comfort to others or helped in any way. I suppose that would be times when I felt most connected to others and alive.
I do not have any specific memories that sustain me. I am 64 and I am the happiest I have ever been. I know that everything had to happen exactly as it did, for me to be where I am now and knowing there is a Higher Power guiding me that knows what is in my highest good sustains me.
Blessings to all.⚘
I find solace in memories of communication with the natural world.
The smell and springiness of a deep bed of pine needles under mature white pines.
Cool, squishy mud between my toes.
Diving into a still cold lake at dawn.
Encountering a bear in the woods.......
The blinding whiteness of a fresh snowfall on a very cold February day.
The smell of earth in early spring.....
Meadowlarks singing on a fence
Loon parents teaching their young to fly...
People are complicated for me. I have tr...
I find solace in memories of communication with the natural world.
The smell and springiness of a deep bed of pine needles under mature white pines.
Cool, squishy mud between my toes.
Diving into a still cold lake at dawn.
Encountering a bear in the woods…….
The blinding whiteness of a fresh snowfall on a very cold February day.
The smell of earth in early spring…..
Meadowlarks singing on a fence
Loon parents teaching their young to fly…
People are complicated for me. I have trouble seeing their nature.
Oh…. I so enjoyed reading this….. brought me into the center of my self… thank you
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My parents have been gone decades and I am in my late 60s yet I remember their constant kindness to me, my wife,and the children. They were always the calm in any storm.
the memories of making it through difficult times…the memories of joyful experiences. my memories should only inform my present and only in a positive, forward moving way.
I am not sure my memories sustain me. I think my sustenance comes from the here and now.
But I do have a faint memory that brings a smile to my lips and joy to my heart. When I was a very little girl I would awaken to the most beautiful music. I called it angel music.
During childhood, my father often came in the evening to sing together with my sisters and me. This is one of the most grateful and sustaining memories of loving care he offered to my sisters and me. Until today, the love for singing and music in general is nourished by this childhood experience, I would say, although my sisters asked me: “what are you talking about?” when I once expressed it. There have been magical moments full of beauty in nature and in special situations with beloved one...
During childhood, my father often came in the evening to sing together with my sisters and me. This is one of the most grateful and sustaining memories of loving care he offered to my sisters and me. Until today, the love for singing and music in general is nourished by this childhood experience, I would say, although my sisters asked me: “what are you talking about?” when I once expressed it. There have been magical moments full of beauty in nature and in special situations with beloved ones and friends, which sustain me deeply, supporting my awareness that there is much more in and around us than our so called daily reality suggests us to believe, and these moments will be guiding me through all my life. I feel every memory sustains me in a way, for example when I remember the people or the circumstances needed for preparing the food, until it is on my plate and I can eat it.
Being conscious of this has not always been like this, it is a result of times with others in meditation practices, reading and of sharing here. Every day becomes more of a celebration when I can manage to be gratefully aware of all the goods and people and experiences, which have been or are around me. Work in progress… I am really happy with it, and it sustains my feeling of being connected with all around, and with you here. Have a beautiful Saturday full of celebration, you all who visit here!
Beautiful, Ose. Thank you for reminding me of a sweet childhood memory of my own, sitting at the piano with my mother and sister singing.
A memory that sustains me is to breathe through difficult emotions.
The many loving memories I have of my grandparents do sustain me. They have been gone for many years, but not a day goes by that I don’t think of them and speak to them and seek their counsel on my morning walks.
I never think about my memories as sustaining me, but rather as experiences that dovetail together and contribute to who I am today. Of course there were the days of my youth when all the body parts worked without complaining. And my farming years, that ever-rich, hard, close to the earth and rewording work of my young adult years remain forever in my heart and senses. Then there was the children’s retreat program I founded and ran for 26 years that remains a source of joy and pride for me per...
I never think about my memories as sustaining me, but rather as experiences that dovetail together and contribute to who I am today. Of course there were the days of my youth when all the body parts worked without complaining. And my farming years, that ever-rich, hard, close to the earth and rewording work of my young adult years remain forever in my heart and senses. Then there was the children’s retreat program I founded and ran for 26 years that remains a source of joy and pride for me personally. More recently, I retired over two years ago from working as a Youth Advocate for 31 years locally, a job and a passion I enjoyed greatly each and every year of my tenure.
As I look back over the years I consider myself very fortunate to have had meaningful employment that oftentimes didn’t feel like work at all―all blessing I give thanks for often.
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