Memories are precious and connect us to a reality that is timeless. The other day a friend mentioned that a log house we built in Alaska was up for sale on the Internet. We looked it up and sure enough, an advertisement for the log house we built forty years ago featured many pictures of our first home. Memories flooded over us as we viewed the pictures showing in what good shape it remains. So much love and care went into its design and building. My parents and brother were a tremendous help in its construction. We were all young and strong then.

I was reminded of a poem I recently heard. I think it was entitled “I am She.” Wonderfully crafted, it spoke of being all the things I have ever been. I am that child sitting on her mother’s lap. I am the young newlywed, the struggling student and the grandparent. Within me right now—the eternal now—are all the experiences I have ever had: the good, the bad and the ugly—and the beautiful. I love that idea. It makes me want to embrace the now and live it fully, drawing from it all that I can, so that as I go forward, this, too, will be a memory I cherish.

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