Thought and Poem – December 27, 2014
There are days, when I feel that time is passing by so quickly that I have not had the moments I need to bask in all that I am supposed to experience in a day. The things we dwell on most we find, can often not be the things that should really be more important.
From the day we are born we take in so much of what is going on around us that it is impossible to “drink” it all in. And when we think that we learned enough for one day, we find there is so much more to learn and so much we may have missed.
We get busy building our lives and our little worlds around us. We experience so much more than we ever thought we would have in our lifetime and we learn that there can be no end to what we will learn about the world or about ourselves. And as we look back from time to time and think about all that we wanted to experience but never did because time just flew by so quickly, that time did not leave us enough moments to squeeze anymore out of life than we took in.
When we have those quiet days where we sit and allow ourselves to go back in time, whether we are looking at photographs or just thinking about our yesterdays, we really learn what was most important to us. It is the things we remember about our yesterdays that tell the stories of what got us to where we are today, with those who remain with us today, and how all together these made us the person we came to be and are today. Like it or not our yesterdays are building blocks of memories that allow us to reflect on the journey we took and what we learn we can pass on to others like dishes so that they always remain.
What about you? When you have those quiet moments when you recap your life, do you think about that “something” you will leave behind that will always remain? Share your thoughts with us…Jeanne Claire Probst
A Trip Down Memory Lane
I took another trip down memory lane
Just the other day
I was surprised to see most that had been around me was gone
Only the memories prolonged.
The houses I lived in that the walls contained
What molded who I would grow up to be could have helped
me to remember more had they remained.
The smells and the colors stayed so vivid that my mind would never forget
How they comforted me during the times some memories I regret.
The hills and the flowers will never truly know
Neither will the summer rains or the winter snow
How much these kept me in the present
When my mind wandered aimlessly and so wanted to forget.
Yet these memories of long ago
Surface in my memories and so often won’t leave me alone
They stick like honey in my mind the gears I can hear grind
I wish I could tuck them away so that peace I could find.
The scars on my face I see
As I stand in the mirror in front of me
Confused yet hopeful, I look deeper than I ever thought I could
And saw the person I had become as in front of the mirror I stood.
These memories will forever be etched
As if they were written in stone so I would never forget
Where I had been, what I have done and what was done to me
I travel down this memory lane often as I search for the real me.
Jeanne Claire Probst
