The light this morning turned from a pink to a soft yellow as I watched the sunrise through the bedroom window. A sliver of light jetted against my walls as memories became more awake, tauntingly so, swimming around me, vibrating around me, thoughts of things... too many things at once. 

“How many lifetimes within a life we live,” just kept singing to me. Ringing in my ear, humming this verbatim like clock work... ticking and annoyingly so. Dancing before me faces, smells, colors are so there that my heart feels it as though it were current.

And is it? Current? Are these memories falsified to be ‘over’ or in some other realm are we living these exact placements forever? Thinking we leave behind pieces strewn through the city, the places you’ve lived... thinking the footprints you’ve stepped in the grains of your hardwood floors and thinking to which, none is actually living, so it must be forever put away?

The light left and I was still thinking about it, still consumed by it, and now to this personal note... these words placed together that I just type, without anything else but these memories colliding before me, haunting me if you will. 

Courageously put away and never forgotten and living in the moment to recognize how beautiful this life is, this life within life and how amazing it is to remember how many lives you’ve lived and how far you have come. 

I am thankful for this and for you.