Life Well Lived #6: Selecting Memory
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. – Helen Keller Every time folks new to Pittsburgh visit, I offer tours. They always include Mount Washington [see gorgeous picture] then the dancing fountains below. One night as Ron from Georgia watched the leaping sprays, he asked why I was smiling, for no apparent reason. My answer: I was remembering a fun visit with my grandson and his cousin. In Jim Rohn’s must-read The Art of Exceptional Living, this guide for making your life a masterpiece reminds to take tons of pictures, especially of uplifting experiences. They’re memory prompts, which are important because … Sometimes my brain produces parades of could’a, should’a done regrets. Ugh! After enough brow beatings, I’ve learned to ask for feel-good memories which is why creating Paths to Joy helps. Once such places are found, they’re easier to visit again. As stated by Becky Aligata in the “Autumn Treasures” post “Memories are like treasures locked deep within the storehouse of our souls; to keep our hearts warm.” Keep good ones. Beat The Heat! 15 Ways to Stay Cool in Hot Weather as well as how to handle emergencies like heat stroke, heat edema and more. This Week’s Special Offer This week’s Featured Art is offered at 25% off [plus any discounts offered by my Galleries]. Shop here. Thank you for visiting my galleries and for your purchases. They support Succeed and Soar.
Autumn Treasures
“Memories are the treasures locked deep within the storehouse of our souls; to keep our hearts warm.” — Becky Aligata A Meditation Once upon a summer, I played tag and softball and ran races with Madeira Street’s other ten-year-olds. Lunch was chipped ham and sweet pickles on Miracle Whip-slathered bread chased with Tropical Punch or Pink Lemonade or Cherry Kool-Aid. We played Tic-tac-toe, hangman and checkers on porches and watched television cartoons until dinner. At sundown, the ice cream truck’s jingle promised sparkling shaved ice drenched with pineapple or watermelon, strawberry or grape syrups. Now sometimes as leaves fall at eventide, I think of playmates running under streetlights, calling through the twilight. “There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place, where colors are brighter, the air is softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.” Elizabeth Lawrence The Wisdoms Collection Shop Enriching and Beautiful Posters Click Here