On the Edge of Remembering (Keep It To Yourself, Caroline)
Moments Lost to the Brain Archive
Why where does it go? The lost thought that was once spinning in you head rather energetically.
How do I take hold of it? Things, thoughts, and lists abstracted and exiled to the archives of the human brain and body… Moments we’ll never get to share because they were forgotten. I guess all things look energy.
I wrote briefly in my other publication, ‘Abdicating Ashley’, about the perfect peach I consumed on this perfect summer day. It was strange moment where as I ate the perfect peach it reminded me of a moment from a few hours before when I thought a rather insightful thought, deep and worth exploring. However, I lost the language to the beautiful segment of time. I ate my fruit more slowly in hopes of remembering, trying to stay in the moment to remember what had happened in the previous one.
It never came back, supposing that it left, and I happily seceded trying. I gave into the sweet stillness of this moment and smiled to myself, loving that this beautiful moment felt like a beautiful thought I had before, a delightful experience shared with only myself.
How many wonderful thoughts do we keep to ourselves these days? Every thought is considered to be shared. Every thought must be deep, insightful, hilarious, worth writing down.
I’m wondering how many wonderful thoughts we don’t even share with those we love or those on close proximity to it. I remember a quote from Mary where she says she pondered these things in her heart. And while she was pondering a great matter.
So it was, when the angels had gone away from them into heaven, that the shepherds said to one another, “Let us now go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has come to pass, which the Lord has made known to us.” 16 And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger. 17 Now when they had seen Him, they made widely known the saying which was told them concerning this Child. 18 And all those who heard it marveled at those things which were told them by the shepherds. 19 But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19 NKJV
Lol at the town buchincheras, an ancient version of what ‘d say is comparable to us yappers needing to share everything.
How lovely would it be to ponder something small and sweet (unlike Mary at this time, she pondered anything but something small), like an intimate nod to yourself? A moment in which you are totally happy, totally (whole), totally free—not that you can’t be, but that you feel truly in that moment.
Thank you for reading this post of The Creative Circle. I always appreciate that you’re here. Send a chaotic hello every now and again, hey@wrldjoy.com
P.s.
Anyone else always accidentally archiving emails in Google mail? I have no idea where those go…
Happy Making! <3
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