Reservoirs of Memories

It never ceases to amaze me when I find old friends. We can pick up where we left off or start anew. Either way it works for us. It lightens my heart to find these reservoirs of my memories so to speak. I have the most amazing memory or so I am told, down to some of the finest details. When it suits me that is. And yet, to hear a voice or a turn of a phrase, dredges up long forgotten articles from my past that even I had "forgotten". I thank my friends for helping me tp find that which is gone. I like to speak with friends both old & new. To gain their perspectives on life as they see it. People I have not spoken to in as little as 5 months or as long as 15 years, it titilates me. It allows me to feel refreshed & tired at the same time, like an endless celtic knot that decorates the skin of my mind in myriad colors.