Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts

Monday, July 20, 2009

THINGS WERE BETTER THAN I THOUGHT

Today's message from Tut:

The time will come when you'll see that pretty much everything was better than you thought. That life was more beautiful, people were kinder, greens were greener, and the water was cleaner. But most of all, Lynne, you'll see... that you were simply stunning, every day of your life.

Happily, I've always known the truth - The Universe


This fits. You see, I have been remembering things from my past. People who treated me a bit unkindly and I have been giving them the benefit of the doubt and even realizing that they were occupying a place of hurt--maybe--and so the hurt might have been passed on, maybe even unintentionally.

In fact, those people, who I have had a bit of a hurt from, well, I'm seeing them differently. Kinder. Nicer. Even prettier. Now isn't that nice? Maybe someone will do that for me someday, for all the stupid things I do/did, the unkindness, the uglies.

Here's to selective memory.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

I SIMPLY DON'T LOOK. DO YOU?

I was listening to NPR radio the other day and the author, Martha Lear, who wrote Where Did I Leave My Glasses?: The What, When, and Why of Normal Memory Loss, was being interviewed. It was a call in show and one woman has my problem pegged. "We simply don't look," she said.

Earlier I had turned my phone on to see if it was fully charged. When it came on the first thing it said was the time--in GREAT BIG NUMBERS. I didn't even see the time, I was looking for the bars. So, by not looking, I was early BY ONE HOUR.

I can go to a restaurant and not know what my waitress or waiter looks like.

Phil often says, "Did you see that?"

"What? Where?"

Of course I missed it. I always miss it simply because I'm zoned out with my own internal dialogue and am not paying attention. I think this is a hazard of a natural born story teller, and not that I'm even that good of a story teller but I always have one going on in my head.

Do you look? Do you see things, or are you like me and think you have a lousy memory simply because you never noticed whatever it was in the first place?