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Is It Time To Go Down Your Drawers? Monday May 30, 2016

This morning, I took Lady Penelope up her coffee, only to find her surrounded by the contents of her memory drawer.

There were many treasures paradoxically forgotten since they had been hiding too long in the memory drawer.

Her Dad's cross. An auntie's bible. A picture for the Virgin and Child from another relative. A purse from our dear friend, Azmi (who we recently lost to cancer). An unopened Parker pen bought from Woolworths years ago. Every item was a catalyst that demanded a flood of memories, each with an emotional response. All the emotions were good – you don't get into Lady Penelope's memory drawer without a good reason – but many were 'sad-good' if that is possible.

I pointed out to her that, sad or not, these were important and significant emotions and memories. Those minutes spent mining her memories this morning were minutes well spent. We were also struck with the fact that when we move on up to Heaven, these items will mean virtually nothing to those who follow unless they invest some time in them too. We realised it was time to say, "Thank you for the memories."

So I'm wondering what treasures lurk down your drawers?
(Yes, I know, I'm laughing... mischievously!)

Lex

Thoughts on the above? Please feel free to post a comment below.


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Hopeful One Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 6:51am

Hi Lex- I liked your blog today as it resonated with me . My house is full of such memories left behind by Mrs H. She is of course still alive albeit in a nursing home. I restrict myself to five minutes of memory time before they become the walls of a prison called the Past.

The Squadron prefers to live in the present ,in the here and the now , savouring each moment in real time as the past is the past and the future has yet to happen. In 'living in the moment 'it has found that humour helps a lot . This brings one to today's offering.

A newlywed couple were spending their honeymoon in a log cabin in a remote resort way up in the mountains. It's five days since they registered at the resort and they had not been seen since . An elderly couple run the resort. They were getting concerned about the welfare of these newlyweds. The old man decides to go and see if they were all right. He knocks on the door of the cabin and a weak voice from inside answers . The old man asks if they were OK. "Yes, we're fine. We're living on the fruits of love". The old man says , "I thought so...would you mind not throwing the peelings out the window...they're choking my ducks!"



Lex Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 7:41am

Memories are important, I think we agree, Dear Hopeful One, as a place to visit, but not to stay. I understand the importance of 'now' - and it was lovely to share Lady P reconnecting with her past before returning to the needs of the present. Have a great Bank Holiday. L'x

Orangeblossom Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 6:59am

Hi Lex
Your blog is a great way to start the day. Full of thought-provoking humour. Thanks.

Orangeblossom Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 6:59am

Hi Lex
Your blog is a great way to start the day. Full of thought-provoking humour. Thanks.

Lex Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 7:58am

Thanks Orangeblossom... need a bit of humour every day (that's Hopeful One's mission too!) Have a lovely day - filled with great thoughts. L'xx

Carol Anne Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 7:34am

Loved your blog Lex, no coincidence I'm off today and having a more leisurely start so making time to comment.
I'm very connected to memories. I don't have a drawer or a box but think that may be an idea to work on.
In particular, two spring to mind.
One immediately is the picture on the wall beside my bed. It's of a little girl (of years gone by) in a field
It's v old. When my gran died we discovered she had written my name on the back of it - probably because I always said "I want that picture when you don't need it anymore"...
I can gaze at this pic and be transported back in time to my gran & papa's bedroom, lying in their bed of a morning listening to the crows, the sun streaming in through the cotton flowery curtains. I can smell the breakfast and I can hear the sound of my gran and papa downstairs..... These are precious memories. My Grans been gone 24 years and my Papa 18 years.

The other treasure is a camellia I planted across from my front door. I planted this when my close friend Donna died. Donna was almost 30, and died of suicide. She was a beautiful soul. A young mother of two. A wife, a daughter and she would've been 35 on Saturday. This weekend her camellia has over 50 flowers on it. It really is beautiful, just like her.

I could talk all day on this subject and yes it arouses emotions of sadness....but overwhelmingly of great gratitude and joy for having those people in my life. Those I've lost are still around me. I know one day we will all meet again.

Have a great bank holiday Monday y'all. Yippee - the sun is threatening to shine in Scotland. :-)

Lex Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 7:56am

This is so beautiful, Carol Anne... moved me to tears (in a good way). Thank you for sharing your memories. xx

Mary Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 2:55pm

Dear Carol Anne, watch out for Wednesday's blog. As so often happens, Lex and I are co-incidentally exploring a similar theme. I was so struck by your memory of being transported to your grandparents' house. You show exactly what I am trying to explain in my blog.

Vanda Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 9:41am

Ahhh... Thank you Lex - that delicate balance! Oh yes, I so resonate with the 'treasures' that carry such powerful memories... having moved several times, packing and unpacking made me rethink a bit... and then a friend shared 'Release with JOY!' and I had such a simple and useable phrase to allow me to treasure and release. (That and taking a photo of it - takes NO space to store!)May you have much JOY from your draws!

Lex Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 6:56pm

"Release with JOY!" - perfect. Thank you Vanda! L'xx

Still picking figs Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 11:28am

Almost as if to prove a point, I just lost the rather lengthy reply to your post Lex, with a misplaced swish of a finger.
The words are lost forever and I'll never get them back, but they were there. Rather like the beautiful long black velvet and tartan dress and coat, which my mother wore to glamorous parties in the seventies, and I dressed up with Dr Martin's in the eighties. They came everywhere with me, taking up space in my wardrobe for the past thirty-odd years, in the hope that my kids would too play hide and seek behind them, and my daughters stomp around in them, teenage-cool. Two years ago, when doing a 'Vanda', I saw my chance to test myself. I bundled them carefully into a large carrier bag and drove to a charity shop. It felt momentous, celebratory; both a fond farewell and a rite of passage.

Lex Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 6:57pm

Wow... Still Picking Figs, how brave, resolute, and momentous. I salute you! L'xx

The Gardener Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 1:00pm

First, reply to HO from yesterday - thanks for explanation - very aware - and use all my wits to try and obviate the worst time - the naughty child who tries all ruses not to go to bed. It's all got very grim - non-stop anger, swearing and shouting. Psychiatric nurse in this morning - I said to Mr G 'tell her about your awful life, perhaps she can help'. She will, at respite tomorrow the professionals will try to turn his anger on to them. His attitude is still (early training) you don't tell other people your troubles - even family - perfectly good wife, there 24/24. He's just said he's cold 'turn the fire on then', no, you do it - had to get up out of chair, so I got sworn at. I have no intention of probing, but I presume like Sally? with handicapped son, you went through the agonies of trying, getting help, suffering, then the decision. Thanks anyway.

Leah Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 11:26pm

Your insights are helping many others deal with their present or their past because you tell it as it is. Thanks.

The Gardener Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 1:12pm

To today's blog. You asked for it, used to keep hanky in drawers, more ghastly school navy blue bloomers. In the summer I wear the dress part of Indian salwar kameez, nowhere for a hanky, I don't carry a handbag - so my hanky stays in my *******. Hope I don't get a runny nose in the High Street. The souvenir drawer! Mr G's godmother, a delightful lady, born as an 'afterthought' 19 years after her sisters. She had a 3 storey house in Willesden Green and a cottage in the Chilterns. She taught Stella Gibbons! At the North London Collegiate School? She was marvellous with kids, said grown-ups could not chat unless children occupied - they were given mucky things, like flour paste, and fed till they were sick on the North Circular on the way home. She had a display cabinet - babies first shoes, locks of hair - our kids were goggle-eyed. We have one, an Indonesian cabinet gained from No 2 son, the flower and icing sugar decorative tops to two of our kids weddings are there (both over 20 years ago, marriages long failed). All the 'favours' of first communions and marriages here, special caligraphy ink and pens from Singapore. The family bible has a palm cross obtained by father-in-law in Egypt in first world war, and the black-edged telegram from King George V telling of the death of his brother in that same war. I'm gradually moving house - and meeting the 'bete boire' the glory hole drawer - should bin the lot - but it's like the parlour game, how many things can you get in a matchbox, hours of wandering where the stuff came from, and might it be useful! I think Wanda's 'release with joy' is a super thing to work to

Mary Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 2:57pm

As so often, I find myself entranced by your memories! You bring much pleasure.

Leah Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 11:23pm

Gardener, I am with you cherishing all your souvenirs in the display cabinet of your memories. Thanks so much for letting me share them. You have a wonderful gift.

Mary Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 3:00pm

Oh Lex, as so very often we have the same idea at the same time and approach it in our own ways. Your idea was stimulated by the lovely lady Penelope, mine from Raz (see last Wednesday's blog - Future Perfect). Both feature memories and how to use them. Just brilliant. This is some kind of zeitgeist surely!

Lex Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 6:58pm

"Zeitgeist"! Bless you!! L'xx-the-sympatico

the room above the garage Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 6:33pm

Snorting at 'treasures lurking down your drawers' :-D
I think I am lucky because I only ever find myself seeking out my memory boxes when I'm happy. You hit the nail on the head when you say our treasures will not be special to the next generation. Mental note to either clear mine long before I croak it or ask that they are put in with me when I travel on. I'm at the beach and feeling whole. Peaceful day everyone, and thank you Lex, love ratg x.

Lex Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 7:00pm

Ooooo, positively Pharoahic! I now have a vision of going not to my grave (when I croak it!!!) but to my tomb... with my memory anchors forming a bridge between this world and the next. Love ya, RATG xx

Mj Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 7:03pm

I've lost almost all of my family to cancer or drugs & alcohol. What you're describing I call "sweet sorrow". I think being able to go there is one of the gifts of clinical depression. We know we can come back from a trip like that. We can be guides for others. We know that tears are the stuff that washes clean the soul. I did that with my jewelry box yesterday. I came away with a small medal from my grandfather for 1st place for something in 1901. I think it was Sunday school attendance. Little things of Mom's too. Ah, the sweet sorrow. No wonder we can't throw away this stuff!

Mj Mon, May 30th 2016 @ 7:03pm

I've lost almost all of my family to cancer or drugs & alcohol. What you're describing I call "sweet sorrow". I think being able to go there is one of the gifts of clinical depression. We know we can come back from a trip like that. We can be guides for others. We know that tears are the stuff that washes clean the soul. I did that with my jewelry box yesterday. I came away with a small medal from my grandfather for 1st place for something in 1901. I think it was Sunday school attendance. Little things of Mom's too. Ah, the sweet sorrow. No wonder we can't throw away this stuff!

Lex Tue, May 31st 2016 @ 3:10pm

They are important anchors, Mj, aren't they. All emotions are important and all deeper memories are emotional. I would treasure those things you've come away with. Hug. L'x

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