10:24 p.m. - Feb. 12, 2020
A way back
Life is a trip.
A wild run.
Sometimes, our memories remember themselves differently than we recall.
We leave pins in the memories we want to treasure, a way to find our way back to them - a way to not get lost.
To set a pin: stir up the magic potion that comes from within; tie a tiny speck of a memory to a smell...or to the emotion it evoked...and you will be forever able to stoke the fire of those memories.
Even the tiniest ember can make a great flame.
Evoke the wind. Invite it in.
Blow it slowly over the coals.
See those sparks?
Those embers, burning red-hot yellow?
That is the way back in.
Within.
