On a summer day in my back yard many years ago, I believe I was ten years old, I remember spinning. Arms out wide, laughing deliriously, just spinning, round and round. At that moment, in the high of golden sunlight and laughter-I remember a voice asking me to remember. It was a powerful moment suspended in time with a plea for me to remember that moment forever, because one day, when I grew up, I would forget. I have never forgotten that moment.
More importantly is the message I will never forget. On the surface the moment begs me to remember the joy of being a kid and having fun never taking life too seriously, on a deeper level it reminds me to remember “who I am.” The surge of joy that gave me flight in that moment is a power found only at the core of our most essential being- one that dares to live for each and every experience.
I believe the source that fills us and that creates us comes through a spigot that we can turn off or on depending on us. The memory of that source has and will continue to be my strength in those moments when the spigot gets rusty and I cannot turn it. My soul remembering the stories that I have forgotten is my safe haven for the dreams and hopes of what was and what will be again. There are places and people that live in those stories that I believe have crossed my path before and will again, each experience acting as a reminder to something greater than a physical universe. I may not be able to know exactly how things will unfold, but I know for certain that the “me” that lives deep within guides me each and every day to be the best that I can be. It draws me into the greater wisdom that surrounds me. There within the folds of every beautiful and ugly, good or bad, sad or happy moment is a whisper in my ear to remember that I am all I can ever be in any given moment. Remember- turn on the spigot and let the waters flow!