The Memory Wanderer: A Game

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

A Game

It's a game we played as children, running down the beach towards a breaking wave and then leaving it until the last minute to turn and scamper back, fast enough for the swash not to catch us.

Sanderling play the same game. These two didn't stop to feed, there didn't seem to be any other purpose, they just.... played.

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The Memory Wanderer

I'm at the wrong end of the road, a short distance to look forward to and a long way travelled, so I spend more time looking back, enjoying the memories, and less time in anticipation of the way ahead. The road trodden has been a good one, a rich and winding one, over which I hold no regrets. There is much still to do - only the end of the track ahead intimidates.

Time is mine now, so I remember, sometimes deliberately, sitting in the warm sunshine, sometimes because my mind, as if keen to help, suddenly gives me a flash of memory, a vivid picture which, like an exploding rocket, illuminates a moment in life; and then fades.

I have seen its dark side but, in general, the world has been kind to me. I have few regrets, I have many blessings, so these thoughts are offered as a celebration of a fortunate life.