If I could teach you anything, if I could wish for you to grasp one concept, it would be this:
During those fleeting and routine moments that occupy our every day, as our subconscious drives us to keep moving like a moth around the flame, take time to notice. To notice just this. This now. These seemingly innocuous surroundings. These most common and ordinary things.
You must expend no effort for the greatest memories of your lifetime to be retained in your mind’s eye.
The birth of your children.
The passing of dear ones.
These events shine like diamonds on the beach. You could not forget them if you tried.
Add now, to that gallery.
A moment on a trail as the rain falls on Chuy and me.
A silent night on an isolated island, as peace fell on the moon and me.
The Harrier hanging suspended over the hay field on a summer breeze.
You must stop and look and record these snapshot memories.
Daughter’s face in the rear view mirror, which I mistook for her mother.
That quiet summer morning, coffee in the cabana with my dearest friend, waiting for the sun.
The dark, sacred night, lovers locked in embrace.
These pictures will be meaningless to others, so I shan’t go on.
They are not major events, accomplishments, achievements, setbacks or tragedies.
All can relate to those.
These are just for me (as yours will be just for you).
I am filling the walls of the gallery of my mind, so as to be surrounded by the simple beauty of my life.
The patter of rain on my slicker.
The sting of wind-driven snow.
This warm sun on my face.