What a timely newsletter as ponder to myself this week what it means that I have such specific, wistful memories of those I love [and have loved] with such details that haven't lost any fidelity, even after many years. I love your description of your mother and what a gift it is to be able to spend these precious moments with her. I appreciate your description of the "emotional time capsule" as this is something I wanted to name in some way but yours is perfect.
I have something stored away in my emotional time capsule: it is the face of a man who loves me (but I didn't know this at the time). He has that gorgeous golden light glow that happens in the late afternoon. He is looking off in the distance at a desert that is silent but for gusts of wind that occasionally pass through and create whistling noises in my motocross helmet. His lips are curling into a faint smile as he is exactly where he wants to be in that moment; at peace, engaging in his passions. I am taking it all in as an observer along on this dirtbike adventure. I commit to memory every strand of hair, the color of his jersey, the colors of the landscape and the lines around his eyes. He doesn't know that I love him too.
What a timely newsletter as ponder to myself this week what it means that I have such specific, wistful memories of those I love [and have loved] with such details that haven't lost any fidelity, even after many years. I love your description of your mother and what a gift it is to be able to spend these precious moments with her. I appreciate your description of the "emotional time capsule" as this is something I wanted to name in some way but yours is perfect.
I have something stored away in my emotional time capsule: it is the face of a man who loves me (but I didn't know this at the time). He has that gorgeous golden light glow that happens in the late afternoon. He is looking off in the distance at a desert that is silent but for gusts of wind that occasionally pass through and create whistling noises in my motocross helmet. His lips are curling into a faint smile as he is exactly where he wants to be in that moment; at peace, engaging in his passions. I am taking it all in as an observer along on this dirtbike adventure. I commit to memory every strand of hair, the color of his jersey, the colors of the landscape and the lines around his eyes. He doesn't know that I love him too.