Tuesday, December 26, 2006

It's the Lights

We look back on the years gone, the days gone. The holidays spent. The events seem to blend. They can seem one together. They can seem gone forever. We can feel lost in a world without what we had, lonely and longing for what once was.

They aren’t gone. We still have every bit the beauty, the wonder. That’s the awesome science of neurology that we never lose what we really need. Sometimes we hide it, deny it, or lose sight of things. It’s the forest and not the trees. Yet our souls don’t let go, no not really.

It’s doesn’t matter if it rains on Christmas. We don’t need a tree, and if we feel alone, all we need are the tiny lights.

Tiny points of light shine our history. They are moments in time frozen still wishing us back to them, captured like water inside raindrops from heaven. They make us stop, hold our breathe, in another time. Remember then . . . remember when . . . and our hearts feel the place that those moments fill.

Look inside the lights. The moments are waiting. They are held in time, like a jewel, like a diamond that our hearts can hold with wonder and joy. None have been lost they’re all with us still in our souls. They’re in the sparkling threads of the tapestry of our lives.

When we laugh, they are there adding brightness and color. They’re in the glow that sometimes crosses our cheeks. When we smile, they show children how twinkling eyes ought to look. When we shed that tiny tear of wonder, the memories are safe inside the salty drop we release.

We don’t need to waste a moment in thoughts of days gone by. We don’t need to feel lonely missing them. We brought them all along with us to this place in our lifetime. They’re in the lights − big and small everywhere.

It’s the lights we see.
It’s the lights we remember.

It’s the reason that newborn babies are fascinated by the lights.
−me strauss Letting me be


Dawn said...

What a good idea to think of lights as memories, as reminders of what we carry within us.

Trouble is that these days I seem to see more lights than memories.
Guess I gotta get this brain of mine on some sort of fitness regimen. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Dawn,
I find that the more we look for memories, the more we find them. I bet your brain will be happy to help. :0

Trée said...

Beautiful Liz. Your blog has been and is one big shinning light in my memory. Happy Boxing Day to you my friend. :-)

ME Strauss said...

Trée, you are a light on my tree of memories and always will be. :)

Janus Torrell said...

Lights are one part of Christmas I still love...well that and food

ME Strauss said...

Hi Janus,
Can't have you giong without food. You're still a growing boy. :)