Someone suggested to me recently that memories are like any of our senses: we can taste them, smell them, see them, hear them, and of course, we can feel them. This is intriguing to me because I tend to think of memories in the past, something I can time-travel to watch from a slight distance. But maybe though, maybe memory is something we can truly re-inhabit like any sensory experience happening in the now? Maybe I could crawl inside a memory like wading into a summer lake until the cold freshness of it covers my head.
For me, it was a beauty of a thought. Maybe memories aren’t quite as real as reality but it doesn’t mean they’re not real. They’re real. They can still cause goose-bumps. Tonight I’m conjuring memories. I need some right now. And in this moment, these memories feel as real to me as the sunrise this morning:
1. A dirt-bike ride on a dusty summer road.
2. Sitting on the back of a skidoo watching a white rabbit hop through the trees.
3. Standing with my brothers on a snowpile in our snowsuits.
4. A Black Ford truck with red velvet curtains.
5. A little girl with big fluffy curls sitting on the floor waiting for her Dad to hand her another present.
6. A fawn in my proud brother’s arms.
7. Watching my brother watch a smash-up derby.
8. One word uttered with a sort-of tired and teasing declaration: “Idiot.”
9. A little dog named Sophie waiting at the door for him to return.
I left the last one blank for you. I hope you take a moment and inhabit one of your favourite memories. Don’t wait. Do it now. Because, as we all know, moments disappear much too suddenly, so suddenly they can break a guy's heart. Still though, isn’t it grand that some things that happen in life never quite unhappen? For that, at least, I am thankful.