Yet another fantastic REVERB prompt, this time coming from EMBRACE LIFE.
Visit her link (it is with her name, Embrace Life above) and pick a prompt or two or twenty and play along. It is a grand way to look back and look forward consciously.
Here is the prompt: Imagine you will completely lose your memory of 2012 in 7 minutes. Set an alarm for 7 minutes and capture the things you most want to remember about 2012. (Author: Patty Digh, with an extra 2 minutes from me!) And yes, this is completely stream of consciousness. And as I post I am frustrated because I am thinking of other things I wish I had written down! YAY for the practice of letting go to results I mentioned on another REVERB prompt!
What I want to remember of 2012 in seven minutes:
I want to remember Katherine’s comings and goings. I want to remember going to Canyon de Chelley with all my children. I want to remember how well my friends took care of me after my cancer surgery. I want to remember when Sarah took my photos before my surgery. I want to remember visiting Morro Bay. I want to remember being sad, at disappointments involving that one friend I will not mention. Such bizarreness.
Couchsurfers: we had a decent number and oh, my gosh, met some grand people I would love to see again and probably won’t. I loved the impromptu drive with Tim to Porterville to help him make up days after being trapped here for a few days.
I want to remember Emma winning a journalism award for all of Northern California as a freshman. I want to remember Samuel’s birthday party, he always has fun at them and I love seeing him with friends. I want to remember how I solve his “I don’t want to go to VAC anymore” problem.
(This is still being made…)
I want to remember my parent’s 60th wedding anniversary which is happening on the 26th.
I want to remember conversations with people who actually noticed my absence and missed me, especially those that had no idea about my cancer.
I want to remember the eyes of the young prostitute who was hurt, a slashed calf, and the humanity I saw looking into her eyes.
I want to pass these memories, indelibly to others which is why, I suppose, I write openly and publicly.
I want to remember that story thing we did, monologues. I was so bold and shared so from the heart only to have one person say something so out of left field it completely reiterated what was horrid about my story.
And I want to remember I moved along from that. And that is another story that will be published.
With a pseudonym.
I want to remember Weeping Rock at Zion National Park.
My fingers fell silent. I have said enough, with the most important remembrance being I want to pass these memories along.
7 minutes are up….
