Losing those memories

I have been clutching my deactivated iphone for over a week now. Unable to call, text or check messages but willing something to happen to give me back these past few years of photographs and videos. Oh my heart. I am the family narrator. Recordkeeper. Storyteller. The birthdays, first days of school, new pets, moments - mundane, special... Monumental. Each moment is a treasure. Sometimes it all feels so big and special to me. I am so honored to be loved and love in this way - to have health and happiness. And some days I realize that life is just a passing of days. That is all it is - a morning noon and night that I can watch with wonder and joy or simply let pass. I always have felt I still have a child-like love of nature and exuberance for LIFE that isn't always mirrored by other adults. I am still so grateful for the love of my husband, the all-encompassing love for my children and find joy in simple things. But it is easy to forget too. Having a phone with all the little squares for you to zoom through and remember is so convenient. "It is Equinox already? What did we do all summer?" "Ah yes, we did all this..." And now those moments and memories are lost and I haven't been on here regularly since 2016. I need a place to store my memories and write down my thoughts. A place for the kids to glance at in years to come. Welcome back to my little corner of the world. Yes, we have arrived here again.

I don’t ever crave

extraordinary

moments anymore.

Just small, gentle

hums of beauty

streaming from below,

above, and beyond simply

from paying attention.

Sound. Light. Shadow. Art. Warmth. The night.

The morning. Dreams that

are not faraway but

exist right here -

already in my days,

hands, and heart. ~ Victoria Erickson