Gone blueberry picking…

by Richard Reeve on July 10, 2009

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Did I hear the word pie?  My grandfather would never get through a holiday meal with out making the comment “I never knew a Reeve that didn’t like pie.”  I relish memories like that.

Picking berries is a great way to rediscover memories.  The mind tends to wander and lost memories get a chance to resurface. It creates a condition a friend once explained to me as analogous to the slack tide.  That’s the time when the tide is neither coming or going, and when the things held down beneath the surface by the current tend to pop up as surprises. Connecting to memories of former times has a therapeutic effect.  Measuring the distances, noticing the changes, feeling the losses.

Feeling is relatedness.  Memories allow us to feel our way into our past.

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  • Surprising how many cherished memories revolve around straight forward events in life like dinner or walks (Us city folk don't get to berry pick that often). With all the worry about 'making memories' during childhood, its nice to know they actually just get made.
  • There's no doubt in my mind Fred that we are always making memories.
    The question I often have is are we hitting the automatic erase

    button. I think it's really important to find time to do memory work.

    To explore ones present self in the context of the memory load...
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