(c) 2009 julie king
remember when you were young and every memory was crisp and vivid? remember how you vowed to hold dear every nuance of that so special moment -- the smell of honeysuckle on the air, the warmth of the sun, the laughter you shared? i've been thinking about how my memories are altered by all the layers of my life's experiences. instead of viewing the vivid realistic film version, i see hazy random snapshots of past events. or maybe it's more like a slide show with some photos clear and others cloudy and out of focus. i hope that some of the cloudiness is because my life has been so blessed and rich that i can't hold every moment in crisp clarity all the time. some have to rise to the top and then eventually sink below the surface to be replaced by others, more vivid or recent.
as i'm typing this the song tapestry by carole king comes to mind. i have so many rich memories of the year that album was released -- 1971, the year i graduated from high school and headed off to college. and now looking back over the 38 years since then i can say "my life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue". some of the memories may be fading but i still hold every one of them dear to my heart.