“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
FREDERICK BUECHNER
MEMORY RESIDUE
Memory Residue. It’s like déja vu except you know for certain that it happened because it’s etched into the very core of who you are. It’s the remembering, and the trying to forget. It is, however, more than what I can, or can’t, remember. It’s a dive inward: partly scared of what I might find, but mostly just turning the wheels of my heart. It’s chasing after the wind and coming to figure out that the Creator of the wind is the one that I’ve been after all along.
With all that said…it’s a blog.
Memory Residue is my blog.