(By the way, you might want to read the previous post before carrying on.)
They are such amazing things. You can have such a visceral full-body response at simply the thought of someone, or something or somewhere. While this may not be the desired effect when thinking of a past uncomfortable, sad or difficult moment, this is exactly what you want to feel when thinking about something good. It’s like a mini-non-harming drug.
My mentor, Rae MacCulloch passed away on Christmas day. I’m still greatly saddened by her passing, but I can’t tell you how often I’ve smiled in the last few days because of thinking about her. Pretty much 99.9% of my memories surrounding that woman are amazing.
Memories are beautiful.
(By the way, if anyone wants to challenge my definition of beauty, feel free!)