i found myself perusing things last night and today to elicite emotion. i like to peruse old letters. Usually i keep things that are important to me in a special place... reserved to always be the Giver. The Giver...one might ask...what does this "Giver" give you? i sigh deeply in trying to put words on what is given to me...it gives to me....exactly what i put into it, to give it back at a later time.
Before i even pick it up, the electric energy pulls me filling me with emotion. i know that there is Love inside...for i have made sure that it overflows. This ordinary holder of memories becomes special because of the contents. Your senses highten, for me smell helps to develope the process....i pull the first letter out, its from my daughter...she wrote it to me on Mother's Day. i unfold the paper and I can smell the ink and paper, it is slightly aged and worn as it has been imprinted on me. i opened it up and saw that somehow it had gotten wet and the ink has been faded...oh...please let it still be readable flows through my thoughts, outwardly i am silent. i pull it close to me as if in a hug when i realize that it is and breathe a sigh of relief. i disappear inwardly, becoming a part of the words of the moment...its almost as if i am being pulled out and along a thread and BAM! I am there. I don't have to look around because I can see everything in a moment...and more importantly...I feel what I see and see what I feel. Tears and Love are summoned and they flow forth, like old friends...enveloping me in a warm embrace.
To be continued......
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