Though she is always whispering through our hearts and minds, some days we say her name often and other days, we do not. I know I have multitudes of memories flashing throughout my sleeping and waking moments, but they seldom find breath. I know Charlotte does, also. Of course, Don.
Emily…Emily…Emily…
When one of us sighs; when Don runs his hands through his hair; when I notice I am rocking or stroking my arm; when Charlotte knits furiously as if her life depended on it- these are all manifestations of memories unspoken.
“One of the most important spiritual tools we have is memory. Memory is an act of resurrection: it brings life back into being. Through our memories those we loved remain forever alive to us. Within our memories our ancestors communicate with us, bringing all of their past wisdom into our present moment. Memory is the foundation of faith. It creates a vision, a projection, of what we experienced from our past into our future. Memory reminds us of what we have learned. So let us remember on this day made for remembering and by so doing release the power of love that waits in our memory.”
Steve Charleston
My wonder is – when will the memories cease bringing me pain and lead me in the direction of joy? I await this resurrection.