Memories

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. James M. Barrie I would like to think of my memories as rosey. I remember the beautiful buds blooming into beautiful roses, instead of the thorns. So, that is pretty much what my blogging is. It is how I think in the morning. And, I can say it is what I have been the most thankful for. Pretty much my whole life my thoughts are composed of my happy memories. I never used the saying before a couple of years ago: "Sorry, I am reacting and not really processing what is happening here." I have noticed others using the words processing as a way of thinking things out, without knowing the right thing to say. It's as if our minds are computers, now. We are supposed to think at lightening speed, now. I hate the editing our emails are doing. It's as if it knows better what we want to say, and does the word picking for me. How dare a computer pick out words for me!!! Anyway, I didn't know quite what to write, and I looked back at last year and found this quote. And, also in the last few years, I have seen roses in December. I looked out the front window of where I live, and this is what I saw. A rose struggling to find the most warmth to last as long as it could in thirty degree temperatures. A rose that will eventually die because of the cold. But, then whether it is pruned or not, will burst back into the scene, when the sun is the warmest and with us the longest in June. Have you ever pruned roses, and feared they would never come back? And, the feeling you have when they do come back is priceless. When, life was changing for me, I was thinking of myself as a tree. A tree loses leaves every year, so with each year as new life comes to the tree, it is alive and vibrant again. It helped me think of the losses I would face, and how to deal with the pain of emptyness left behind. I like how I was reminded of roses, being the same way. And, roses as beautiful as they are, can cause a lot of pain (and actually draw blood when pruning without protection). So, as we approach December and warm temperatures today, let's remember how to look at things. I think Abe Lincoln said it best: Quote of the day: “We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.” ~Abraham Lincoln Song of the day: Guns and Roses: Sweet Child of Mine