"At once the mountain of ice melted and a million dreams and memories washed over me taking me in it's tide to places long forgot but now alive and vital once more in its healing waters"
What is it that sparks the fire which melts the ice in which our memories are contained?
While working on Christmas decorations today and winterizing the house for the approaching rush of holiday madness and debauchery I accidentally triggered several holiday memories from long past and near. Memories that made me both smile and weep - memories of much joy sprinkled with reality and remorse.
Frozen memories can be very potent and sometimes even volatile but they are also very necessary for us to hold near and dear. It is like finding a lost treasure again or smelling a familiar scent - the awakening of another day in time that has been captured for future reference and a point of light into our souls.
I seem to visit my crystal cave of frozen treasures more often these days both making deposits as well as withdrawals. In the cold clear frost of remembrance there is a silent serenity that revitalizes and repairs my soul - setting it free to dream and dance again in the warmth and reality of a new day sun.
Dance on children of the sun ...
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