Memories of Childhood …

Memories of Childhood.
Some are good, some are bad.
Some are happy, some are sad.
Something triggers, memory flickers. Reminiscing greets a smile – or grieving for a longer while.

Memories of childhood. Some are good, some are bad.
Some are happy, some are sad.
Grieving for what’s loved and lost – and things it seems you never had ….. Breathe ..

Life happens all around us, all the time. Sometimes we participate fully and enthusiastically and at others it can feels like it happens ‘to us’ whether we like it or not.

Much can be said and has been said about how we benefit from remembering that we cannot control events – what happens, happens, what IS just is. What we can do is consciously decide how we choose to respond to what is.

Refusing to wallow though, does not and should not mean denying our emotions in the moment. It is essential to allow ourselves to feel what we feel. And, to know that what we feel can change in an instant. Emotional ebb and flow.

The cabinet? It was my father’s. It holds precious memories for me of wines and liqueurs, of crystal, of beautiful wood and mirrored interiors, of sparkle, of guests in the house and excitement. Good memories, happy memories to counterbalance those that are ‘bad’, those that are ‘sad’. But it’s time to say goodbye. It’s out of my hands now. Time to let go.

© Annie Wigman