Reflections and Recollections
As I move about this memory filled cabin, as I wander through the ascribed rooms of childhood, adolescent, young adulthood, and now middle age, I hear various voices, smell the pungent smells, feel the warm boggy air and then sing along with the coastal songs that are as lyrical by the winged sea bird and sea gull, the whispering pines, the fish breaking, and the waves breathing.
Closing my eyes, I drift to and through time, my thoughts as gentle waves breaking carefully against the water's banks, coming again and again, splashing open the chain of days gone by, while washing across the sandy footprints of the soul.
To be so shaped by a nestled spot so deep in lower Alabama and so filled with the flavor of coastal life is a life's blessing, and in this recognition, knowing there is so much to recall, yet still, as always so much mystery and discovery.
Perhaps in a motionless state of recollection, when time's passage gently awakens us into reality of its passage, yet we still know it does not define a closure. Perhaps reflection goes a pier-step further into the mind, and it pulls out the parts of the passage that will not come again while the consciousness drifts. It is a process and a privilege, to be so encouraged, for tomorrow awaits the communication of its smiling, crying wisdom.
I shall tenderly enter into rooms of memory, recollection, and reflection.