“A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.” Elbert Hubbard
Reflections: Memories Of... the sun
Memory Of Sun by Anna Akhmatova
Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
Grass grows yellower.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes
Hover, hover. Contd below
Memory is a funny thing… We could be sitting on the porch sipping a summer drink or even an aperitif, when suddenly, a memory of an event, a singular, seemingly irrelevant conversation would flash by. Then there are those sweeping, gushing, heart-wrenching memories that come like a deluge; flooding our hearts and minds with painful emotions and exaggerated recapitulations of old stories; wounds that would be best to forget. When I think of my earliest memories, the sun and things we do under the sun weigh in quite heavily. I remember playing hide and seek in the blazing sun with childhood friends. The rule was that the tagged person would gaze at the sun and make a wish… Of course, temporary blindness and blue/green/red spots were a common result of all that sun gazing.
“A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.” Anna Mary Robertson Moses
Reflections: Memories Of... a red door
Against the sky the willow spreads a fan
The silk’s torn off.
Maybe it’s better I did not become
Your wife. Contd below
Another memory that still holds sway in my life is of a particular red door; both one I imagined and dreamt of, and one I saw on a beautiful white colonial home way back in my childhood. For some reason, call it deja vu, whenever I would dream, recall, or pass by a red door of the shine and hue in my mind’s eye, an old and distant memory would surface… It was often wistful; a lingering feeling of love and warmth that in real life made no sense. You see, I don’t recall ever living in a home with a magnificent glossy red door with an ornate brass handle, stained glass cut outs in the upper section and a peephole to boot. More below!
