A new decade - time seems to go so quickly. But when I consider time past it causes me to experience it as an accordion - when it closes, so many events we would like to remember are lost in the folds of the time accordion. Writing is a gift discovered in ancient times as people began to record the history of their world - pictures on a cave wall told a story. I wonder how many events of those times past were left in the folds? We treasure the few examples that have been preserved.
Today there are so many ways to document and preserve the days of our lives. But I believe the gift of the written word should alwyas have a place of much significance.
I think of journals - a baby book with pictures - an account of daily growing and development - the first time to turn over, to sit up - crawl - walk - first tooth - first words - are precious memories that would be lost to the folds of time.
So I have swimming in my thoughts that I might try to do some post journaling - by writing some of the memories of my past.
We'll have to see what happens.
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