Saturday, September 27, 2014

Lost: One Memory Keeper

I’ve lost my journal. This makes me a bit sad. Very sad. Maybe not very – I haven’t quite decided yet. It’s not that there is anything in that colorfully bound little book of immediate importance, but there are things I will never get back: random musings, a piece of my memory captured in words. 

I know part of writing is the mere, therapeutic act of getting down what swims in one’s head – a large part, really. But another great part is the opportunity to look back and read a moment in time, to reflect on a sentiment and smile at the memories, brief though they might be, staring back up from the page.

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