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He was walking around, sharing his memories. As time passed he started to forget which images came from his experiences and which came from that old friend, the cinema.
See Only Love....one of my many mottos.
When we look at life through eyes of love, the world is such a beautiful place.
Blessings to my friends...may you experience many opportunities to create memories of love that you can keep close to your heart.
Textures courtesy of JoesSistah
Remind Me of What I Loved
Recently, a friend shared this story that she had read. I was touched by it's powerful message about what matters most in life. Warning: You may need a tissue handy!
Remind Me of What I Loved
by Caroline Myss
While on my recent book tour for Defy Gravity , I had lunch at the Ritz-Carlton in Philadelphia. Seated at the next table were a mother and daughter. I learned through the fine art of eavesdropping that the daughter had taken her mother out for lunch to celebrate her 92nd birthday. Even though the mother was all dressed up, she still reminded me of a lovely little hummingbird, so tiny and fragile. As is the case with most people in their 90s, they no longer initiate conversation. So it was her daughter who did most of the talking, and since the daughter and I were practically seated back-to-back, it was impossible not to hear her as she reminisced about people who had once filled their lives.
"Well, those people were bad news, Mom. They weren't really that nice to you," said the daughter.
"Oh, I don't remember that," was the mother's response as she kept her eyes on her lunch, reorganizing her salad with her fork. The subject changed to the mother's sister, and though I couldn't hear the details (as I really wasn't eavesdropping in full gear—yet), I then heard the daughter say: "It's true. Your sister was no angel."
Hearing that comment, I glanced over at the mother to see her response.
"Funny, but I can't recall those things," said the lovely birthday hummingbird as she kept her eyes focused on her lunch. Her daughter then shifted the conversation to memories of her mother's marriage to her father. Though I could not hear most of the specifics, it just happened that I heard her say: "Oh, Mom, I could tell you stories about Dad, believe me. You had a rough time with him."
"I did?" the mom replied, never revealing her eyes. "I don't remember."
"You sure did." And just as the daughter began to elaborate on those difficult times, this little hummingbird of a mother put down her fork and made direct eye contact with her daughter. With the most gentle smile on her face, she said: "I don't want to remember those things anymore, Ann. Remind me, now, of what I loved. Remind me of what I loved about your father. I only want to be reminded of love."
That line not only drew the breath out of her daughter; it completely captivated my attention. I sat perfectly still. I could actually feel the impact that request had upon the daughter's heart. The mother had shot an arrow directly into the bitter wounds that were obviously possessing her daughter.
Now my eavesdropping on their intimate conversation was deliberate. I had to hear the daughter's response. I had to watch her face as she grappled with her mother's request to utilize her heart as a means to access memories of love she herself could no longer recall. It was obvious the daughter wanted to refuse her mother's request, but how could she? This was her mother's 92nd birthday. Saying no was not an option. I even found an excuse to adjust my chair so that I could observe the daughter's expressions as she psychically allowed her mother's well-worn heart to board her shattered heart in order to travel back in time. Sojourning into memories in search of love instead of pain was not something the daughter had anticipated. Love, after all, is the most healing of graces. She took a deep breath and with a much softer voice, she said, "Well, Mom," then in a much softer tone of voice, "you loved the way Dad used to tease you."
"I did?" the mother asked.
"Yes, you did. And he always gave you roses on your birthday, Mom. Today Dad would have given you a lovely bouquet of roses because you love roses," the daughter said.
"Oh," said the mother, her smile becoming more illuminated. "I think I remember that."
"And you know that heart [necklace] you always wear, the one around your neck right now? Well, Dad surprised you with that on your 25th wedding anniversary," the daughter said. The mother reached for the small gold heart around her neck, touching it gently with her fingers. "No wonder I never want to take this off," she said.
Then, this exquisite little hummingbird of a mother noticed her daughter was wiping away tears from her eyes. She reached across the table for her daughter's hand and said, "Honey, don't wait until you're my age to have to ask someone else to remind you of what you loved in your life. Be wise enough to remind yourself of that every day because someday those memories might just fade away like mine did and the memories I miss the most are about the people I know I loved."
By this time, I was wiping away tears. As I watched this mother and daughter embrace, I recognized the healing handiwork of grace as only grace could so elegantly and silently transform a conversation filled with pain into one that lifted the weight from a daughter's heart. Only the power of grace could transform a mother into the rare air of the Sage, gifting her daughter wisdom from her soul so powerful as to transform the whole of her life within the content of a couple of sentences.
This conversation captured the essence of what it means to "defy gravity." In an instant, this daughter had released the weight of past wounds, replacing them with the healing force of wisdom and love. Ordinary words could never have accomplished such a feat. Healing is indeed a mystical experience, and one never knows when grace will come to call. I left that lunch having imprinted the request of that precious 92-year-old woman into my heart: Remind me of what I love. What could be a more splendid prayer of reflection than that? And what a gift they were to me on my book tour. I will always believe that being seated next to them was no accident.
Memory Lapses are temporary installations I photograph to revisit places linked to strong memories, past or recent.
By overexposing reflective material in the process, data becomes absent from the digital file, creating an empty zone in the image that alters reality and distorts our perception : like time and distance do.
Textures Only ~ Competition #152
Original image with thanks to Vicky Frank
Texture by rubyblossom:
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My booth display during Singapore Doll Carnival 2013 on 10 Nov. This is a joint effort between me and Jo_sen7 (Joey)
Hoje eu decidi arrumar as fotos antigas na parede do meu quarto, pra mudar um pouco a decoração e também, porque eu AMO fotos da minha infância *-*
This photo was taken way back in 1997 on a film-camera and scanned many years later. I was inspired to upload it after seeing the beautiful photos taken by Anandamoy
This shot is in memory of my Uncle Tom. He passed away Tuesday night of cancer. He touched many lives and he will be greatly missed. He visited me at my store almost every day until his body wouldn’t let him. I can’t believe he is gone. I was by his side when he took his last breath. One of his passions in life was shooting. Guns, collecting pennies, and old tractors were very important hobbies to him. He begged me and my brother to shoot up some rounds that he had loaded, and we were more than happy to fulfill his wish. He was able to complete most of what he wanted to accomplish before passing away, and I was able to help him complete some of his wishes. Here’s to you Tom. I miss you very much. :(
Certain flowers conjure up wonderful memories.....My grandmother was an amazing gardener....she loved Ranunculas and Anenomes.......I bought these from a farm-yard flower Kiosk.....four dollars for a large bouquette....put the money in the tin can.......Lovely.....
Cruise ship passenger standing on the open deck and looking at the port and ship, after departure from Cagliari, Sardinia.
Memory Card 512 ...
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Lexar SD 512 GB
La Lexar de 512 GB, peut contenir plus d’un million d’information de plus que la SmartMedia de 512 KB
The 512 GB Lexar can hold over a million more information than the 512 KB SmartMedia
Nazem Al-Ghazali's house disappeared and disappeared with the beautiful melodies .. The remainder of this Part and with the memories alone ...
In one of the alleys Mutanabi - Baghdad ...
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Nazem Al-Ghazali : an Iraqi singer is dead .. Is one of the finest artists of his time .. Is part of the heritage of Iraq .. Is this what is left of our heritage !!!
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Vast and gorgeous, ruled over by the towers of the castle. This world contains so many secrets to discover
Virginia War Memorial
South Belvedere Street
Richmond, Virginia
Shrine of Memory. At the south end of the Virginia War Memorial's Shrine of Memory stands a 23-foot marble statue of a woman, titled Memory, intended to reflect both sorrow and pride regarding those lost in battle during World War II and later wars; an eternal flame burns at her feet. When built in 1955, the Virginia War Memorial listed on the walls (glass to the east, marble and glass to the west) the names of Virginians killed in action (numbers in parentheses) in World War II (9,398) and Korea (850); those killed in action in Vietnam (1,379) were added in a 1981 addition to the north, while those killed in the Persion Gulf (7) were added in 1996. A more recent addition, extending back from the NE corner of the Shrine of Memory, is the Paul & Phyllis Galanti Education Center, whose offerings include museum displays and films. The War Memorial sits on Gambles Hill, between Belvidere Street (US 1 & 301) and 2nd Street, a short distance north of the James River; at the foot of Gambles Hill are the west end of the Richmond Canal Walk and the Civil War Center at the old Tredegar Iron Works. The buildings in the distance behind Memory are on the opposite side of the river.
I met Whisle at Virginia War Memorial in late afternoon last December, hoping for a starburst at sunset beside Memory statue, but sky was much more overcast than forecast; we stayed until after dark for shots with lights on the statue.
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Some magnets that always bring back lovely memories!
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Donkey Rides for children were a common sight on many UK beaches when I was a child & I remember the thrill & excitement of shrieking children pestering their parents for rides up & down the beach. Sadly, some of the donkeys were overworked & not very well looked after but this was corrected when animal protection organisations stepped in & rules concerning the working animals were introduced. Nowadays it is a rare sight to see donkeys working on beaches so it brought back many happy childhood memories to see these on the beach in Llanelli, Wales.
Pinckney Island National Refuge, marshes at high tide
South Carolina
Rolleicord Art Deco, Kodak Ektar 100