G.A. Miller sketched his self-portrait when he had a heart surgery, titled My Golden Colorado Days. Not only can he draw, he’s a singer as well. A good one I must. say.
GAM thank you for putting this all together for me. Much appreciated. Seeker.
To listen to the heart surgery blues song, please visit my post here.
Thinking of sea, a form of a heavenly body, it comes in waves. Here in Vancouver, we love to just sit on the beach and watch the sunset. When the tide is low, we could walk and walk for miles … Continue reading
In this video, the cat is viewing his master who has died a long time ago. I can only imagine that the cat does remember and has feelings. Who says cats have no emotion?
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To see the Haley’s comets from Vancouver was FANTASTIC! Still remember the days I saw it. Too bad that was the time I do not own a single media to capture the image. Really? You didn’t even get one shot!!!!!? … Continue reading
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Two Canadian girls on a trip not knowing a single word of Gaelic. Reading these street names, we don’t even know whether it means North, South, East or West. We kept on walking on the island that is thick with … Continue reading
Remembering the names of everyone in my family is challenging since I belong to a large, very large family. It can be a disconcerting moment of my life since I pride myself in having good memory. I remember when I … Continue reading
Ask him if he remembers. One of his responses was “ZERO.” Edwin Honig has “56 Ways of Saying I Don’t Remember.” It’s a documentary of Alan Berliner, his cousin, in exploring memory and forgetfulness. Edwin Honig was a poet, translator and … Continue reading
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What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.
Total Recall of the day’s gone by – not goodbye.
There’s a song in my head: “Those were the days my friend, we thought we’ve never end, we’d sing and dance forever and day.” Plenty of playing, praising and singing. Growing up in a family of 13, I am number 10, it takes its toll. I have nine siblings to be obeyed and be respected because they are older than me; three younger brothers to play with and dominate them. My turn, hah! Aside from uncles, aunties, and cousins, we are a multitude of the stars. As God said, “Go and build me a nation,” we did. Actually, that’s just the way life was in the Philippines. The more the merrier and plenty of love to give, receive and share. Not like that “Godfather” movie, you’ll end up with a horse on your bed. Yikes.
The word to describe today’s post is hypermnesia \hye-perm-NEE-zhee-uh\
Noun: abnormally vivid or complete memory or recall of the past by according to http://www.merriam-webster.com/
I know it’s better to remember good times, good times but this one particular memory brought awareness in my little brain. My sisters love to make collages, and they post them on the wall just above the bed we all share. This is one of the pictures.
Feed the Children, please
This image thought me so much, and I did not learn this from kindergarten school. From this collage, I learned to love and compassion as I grow up instilling in my heart and soul that we all have to help the children for we were children once before.
The greatest teacher for me, in my background, is Jesus Christ. Let the little children come to me. Pax Tecum, Seeker.
