Sunday, June 15, 2014


Isn’t it beautiful how our minds can remember precise moments . . . how we can feel the wind in our hair, or the scent in the air, or the sounds surrounding us, or the gentle words being spoken, or the hope being shared. Beautiful how any one of these can be returned and in an instant. We close our eyes and return to that space and that moment in time. That the memory becomes so real that it moves us. And we get a glimmer of a moment that meant so much and we remember how beautiful our life has been. 

I am finding these moments frequent and reoccurring with flashes of how this time last year things were so different as to now but how beautiful they were but how beautiful things are now too in a very different way.