Memories are the threads that weave the fabric of our lives. They are the laughter of childhood, the warmth of a hug from a loved one, the bittersweet tears of farewell. They are the smell of freshly baked sponge cake in mom's kitchen, the murmur of winds brushing the tall trees of the backyard during that perfect summer vacation & the rain-hugged fragrance from the new books & bag from the first week of June 🌪.
As time’s relentless tide sweeps forward, we find ourselves longing to drift back to those fleeting moments of unbridled joy, love’s tender embrace, and the deep currents of connection. With eyes gently closed, we are carried to a place where life felt simpler, where the world wore a softer smile, and our hearts brimmed with hope’s sweet promise. We recall the souls we’ve cherished, the landscapes we’ve wandered, and the wisdom etched into our being.
Memories are however more than echoes of the past; they are whispers of the future. They remind us of life’s truest treasures—love, kindness, and the threads of connection we weave with others. They some times colour the paths that we want to take & add colour to the sketches of what could have beens! They breathe life into our days, urging us to craft new memories, to embrace each moment with open hearts.
We sometimes look up through the left eyebrow to recollect a memory, and sometimes we do the same to make a plan. Both times we seem to ascend into the gallery of the vast sky, picking the frame we wish to etch against the moment. When I look up at the cloudy morning sky from my balcony, it feels as if it holds all the frames of what has been, what will be, and what eternal sky truly means.
