I hoarded, as a child; I made collections. Stamps, candles, letters, memories.
As an adult I hoard memories, especially now I am chronically ill. When you are in the outside world, who knows when you can repeat the experience?
Tag Archives | memory
The Memory Keeper
Eventually I sob out to a few friends on Voxer: Who am I? What am I doing with my life? – and it feels good to have released something. My friend Sarah replies, and says that in lots of cultures around the world, the women, particularly the mothers, are the archivists. They record the memories, take the photos, write the stories.
The box
Joining with Amber on Mondays for concretewords, where we practise writing by communicating the abstract through concrete things – a Horse, a book, stairs – and today The Box. These concrete words posts have led me on a journey through childhood and nostalgia and spiritual maturity – I write and that’s what comes out at […]
Life is for telling
In my last post I told you about my holiday. While I was on holiday, I took many photos. I love taking photos. Jon is not so enthusiastic about my photography. He likes the end results but not so much the process. It leads to photos like this: (I know I look like a wraith […]
