The Time Machine

All the memories that have ever lighted upon your heart like a butterfly on a fragrant blossom are captured in all their essence in the heart. The memory of a long faded first smile yet remains and with enough quiet can bring heat to your collar and a stirring in your blood. A glimmer of hope in each memory that rises like a bear cub greeting a new life from a hibernation.
There is no amount of time that can dull the edge of these moments when the heart is in tune with the mind. Like a photo album of the soul, each page invokes the depth shared between two people. A living testament to the glory of Hope, Faith and Love. We can choose to keep these moments alive as long as we feed them with some sort of effort. The effort required is not great in truth but rather simple and innocent. When pressures in life force us on our heels there is great strength found in private moments that can invigorate the mind, body and soul. These moments exist within each of us and are always there in easy reaching distance. No matter the physical gulf that separates two people in our mind’s eye there is no separation.
When we remember we keep these time capsules alive, and in truth that is all the nurturing we need to maintain this private store of internal strength.
Some may say that we are dwelling on the past by doing so, but in the realm of the heart and soul there is no such entity to create such a barrier. It is natural to cling to these bright spots in our lives and the evidence to this is in how our mind and body responds to sounds and smells. All of our senses are to some degree responsive, but it is in these two that the strongest links to memories lie. For me there is the strongest connection to my angelic Love through numerous songs and the smell of lilacs and lavender. Certainly there are times when I can feel the distance because of them but at these times it is quite apparent that it is my unwillingness or inability to release my earthly bonds that creates this distortion. Once I realize the cause for concern I am free to journey forward or backwards to times that inspire the greatest moments of my life, and the rejuvenation that awaits with but a hint or glance. A virtual wellspring of fortitude that too often lies shackled as though it could escape if left unguarded. A treasure so precious that the keeper has locked it deep within a musty safe and thrown away the key for its ‘protection.’ In truth can there be any reason to own a work of art if it is not displayed somewhere that its vibration can touch you?
The only limits on time and space we have are the ones we impose upon ourselves.
I have just awoken on this fine day to a blue sky radiating with the glow of the sun. It’s glare invoking the beauty of a crisp winter landscape and I am off to drift lazily through a field of memories more alive than any place I have ever been. None of this is lost as long as it remains unforgotten. The rewards are evident in the grace that follows in each day that is fuelled by the best of who we have been and impels us to be the best we can. Infinite potential in a simple time machine…