CEST, SOP, EDM, NFP, P&C .... Do you ever have people drop certain letters in the midst of conversation and you literally have absolutely no idea what they are saying? So you madly try and work it out in the context of everything else they are saying or realise you have no chance and pause them to ask what they mean?
Recently I was asked to speak to a group of business people and the email said at 9am CEST - now obviously it is to do with time, but I had no idea where. Thank you Google for being the source of all knowledge 😆. (For those still wondering it is Central European Summer Time)
Anyway, as I prepared for this session, I read through past journals, reflected on figures, scrolled through old photos, reminisced with Andi and pondered over my Calla journey to this point. Surprisingly, my heart was so so so encouraged. Each memory was like a bubble that popped and showered me in sweetness. Even those moments of hard, dark and sad times with hindsight I now saw through the lens of hope. They now are memories of seasons I had survived, hills I had climbed and darkness in which I found light.
Like filling your pockets with shells at the beach, rocks at the river, leaves and sticks in the bush or feathers found on a path - these memories are treasures. These memories are crucial, they are like a the first gasp of air after holding your breath. They are to be looked at, marvelled over, studied and wondered about. They are to placed in prominence. To be seen so as not forgotten. They are the fuel that will keep filling the tank of your heart no matter what life throws at you.
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Wandering, gathering and capturing memories. Holding deep within my heart words that are said, hugs given and gifts exchanged. This is how I journey through the rough, rocky and tougher moments. I remember, I revisit and I remind myself of those things, people and moments that have brought joy to my heart, peace to my soul and refreshment to my spirit. Each of these little pockets of colour hold a drawing of a botanical memory. They document the sweetness of those moments. I could fill pages and pages.
Know that you hold many pockets of precious moments. A kind word. A thoughtful gift. A generous smile or shared tear. An encouraging letter, email or text. A sweet act of help or shared sunset, forest or ocean. Treasure these. Write them down. Capture them close. These are hope. These are light. These are goodness. These are strength.
Remind one another of these with a "Remember when...." We need to be one another's memory banks. We need to help one another to recall the good, the funny, the great, the overcoming, the surviving and the triumphs. They are what strength is built on, what hope grows from and where courage rises.
So friends, today, be someones memory bank. Send them a "remember when..." reminder.
Kim xx
Pocket full of memories
