MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS.

Yuesday morning. The rain came yesterday, so probably the Sun will be back today with higher temptures, but thats okay. Thats what summer is all about, right? Fun in the sun. I go out several times a day just to sit in my swing under the trees. Beautiful shade with Saul and Sarah protecting me. I walked two miles early yesterday morning. I am shooting for that again today. I have to walk early by six-thirty or I can't make it home. The Sun is not my friend at least not when it comes to my eye sight.

Memories for the most part are magic. Of course sometimes the memories we have are not good ones. Those we need to throw into the sea of forgetfullness that they talk about in the Bible. I like good memories, ones we can take out when the world seems pressed upon our shoulders. You bring them out, dust them off and let your mind run through them as you would run through a field on a summers day. Then the magic starts and you feel the glow of remembering.

I have my share of bad memories. Memories that sometimes wakes me from a sleep and worries its way into my soul. But I send them away as quickly as I can. For bad memories are of the past, a past that cannot be changed or altered. But good memories, memories that make you smile down inside. Those are the ones to hang onto. The ones that bring back the loved ones who are no longer in our reach. The happy time, we wished would never end. The feel of a kiss upon our lips from someone long faded from our life. But the memory of that moment is forever locked into your mind, so it is always there. The touch of their hand.Is magic just waiting to happen.

The happy times that you have sealed up inside your heart. Waiting for a song, a word, a picture to bring them rushing back into your present. I look at them freguently. There are some I take out just occasionaly, for though they are happy ones they are too precious to squander. I seal them up and let them lay on the back roads of my mind, just waiting for me to conjur them up in a instant.

Of course its not healthy to live on only memories. To be so locked into the past that you never allow yourself a present. So I live in the present but allow myself to travel back. The shy smile of my daughter. The happy laugh at of my son, his hair swinging around his shoulders at two. My Mothers voice. A lost loves embrace. They are there, we all have them . New memories come though everyday. I lock them away, seal them up. Guard them from forgetting. As long as we are living, we are making memories. I am trying hard to make them good.

I know not from whence these words came. Silly babbling from a silly woman I suppose. But a word from the not so wise. Make your memories while you can, make them good. Life can be so fleeting. So with those cheeerful words. I'm outta here.