On a chilly Saturday afternoon two weeks ago, my Present politely shook hands with a large chunk of my Past.
Tag: memories
The Empty Nest?
The nest is empty. The chicks have flown. Now they fluff their own plumage, feather their own nests and jump up early enough to catch their own worms. We taught them all we knew and some things we didn’t know. And they taught us quite a bit in return. Like how being mum and dad…
Embracing Memories
It’s hard to remember. It’s particularly hard remembering those who have died. Our faculties fail us. How can so many thousands of days and millions of interactions generate so few moments of recall? And we can find it hard to get past the dark door of their death to remembering the extensive garden which was…
Unwrapping The World 