Today Cyn gave me a folder full of treasure - photographs & memories. I've spent a day flooded in "remember".
I remember my bedroom in the basement, waking up to shuffling, opening curtains to find elk 10 feet away
I remember "celestial Safeway", where everyone was uncannily kind
I remember parking at the bottom, trudging up the mountain in heels (always heels) when the purple camry stationwagon just didn't have enough
I remember running out of gas at 6am in the snow in the 4-Runner, cursing Megan, a half mile (in heels) from the nearest station, warming up to smiles & donuts in "celestial"
I remember retreating from the world, vowing to be the next hermit, nature-loving Thoreau, but realizing quickly that it just wasn't me
I remember our dog neighbor Guy Smiley, endlessly matted fur, but endearing grin, who liked me, dogs don't randomly like me
I remember easy friendships & real people
I remember missionaries stuck for hours at the house, Elder Fordham wanting to name a daughter Canta, Megs wanting the daughter to be hers
I remember warmth & love & magic & refuge...
I'm not sure how much reality weighs in with this - or any - memory, but I am sure this is how I want to remember this time that honestly felt removed from normal time.