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| From Olbrich Gardens. Mom's hand holding a X lily. |
Recent essay by Simon Evans about the end of a childhood and the death of a friend ends with this remarkable paragraph:
And every once in a while, pause. Take a slow, deliberate blink. And try and capture a snapshot in your mind. A sight, a sound, or maybe a scent - whether it is the sun setting over Buttermere and Loweswater, or just a friend's laughing face, caught by a perfect combination of firelight, whiskey and fun. Anything that you can use to drop a pin, plant a flag, drive a stake into the shining moment, to find your way when you need to. They will be like train-whistles heard in the distance at night, that map the territory of your past. As I grow older, I'm so grateful for those that I have, to be able to look back and see them glowing in the dark like campfires in the hills - waiting to warm and welcome me home once again.
This is what I've been trying to do with my running goal of "noticing 10 things" per day. What's unclear is exactly HOW you "drive a stake... to find your way when you need to." What kind of memorializing needs to be done to drive it well enough so you can come back to it?
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