My name is Patricia Ann Boyes.
Last Thursday I was on a bus trip from Scarborough, Ontario to Cambridge, Ontario to attend a production of Annie at the Hamilton Family Theater.
On the armrests of some of the theater seats were small memorial plaques in memory of someone’s loved one who had passed away.
The memorial plaque on my seat read, Joanne Louise Boyes. It took my breath away.
Joanne was my niece. She died twenty years ago at the tender age of eighteen years.
This theater has a five-hundred seat capacity and busloads of people attended the performance of “Annie” that day.
What are the chances that Patricia Ann Boyes would occupy the seat dedicated to Joanne Louise Boyes, the niece whose life had sadly ended all those years ago.
I repeat…what are the chances?
I attended another celebration of life yesterday. The main memories the family had of their mother/wife/grandmother were of how much she loved life and how life loved her back. It was meaningful that in the face of death she knew that she would “dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” (Psalm 23). That’s how I find the courage to say, Happy Sunday, in the aftermath of sadness.
September 11, 2001. Who can ever forget that fateful day when the twin towers fell in New York City due to a terrorist attack at 8:46 a.m. One of my grandsons had his eighteenth birthday that day and said his birthday would never be the same again. I was reading a passage in scripture this morning, Isaiah 30:25 “In the day of great slaughter, when the towers fall…” This had nothing to do with 9/11…or did it?
I have a best friend who lives in heaven. Her favorite animal on earth was the pig and so today I am remembering her with this picture that came to me from Pinterest. I took some time out to do a little research about this animal which sometimes gets only derogatory comments.
Pigs have excellent memories. Studies have shown that pigs can remember where food is stored and places where they have found food before. They can also remember directions and can find their way home from great distances. Pigs can recognize and remember humans and up to 30 other pigs.
In the Chinese zodiac, the pig represents fortune, honesty and happiness. How appropriate for this honest, happy animal that is smart, lovable and forgiving.
Recently, a fellow blogger spoke about growing older and remembering things past. It reminded me of a poem I posted in 2014 along the same lines. Here is “The Me I Used to Be”. Thank you, Butch, for the reminder that we can live in both worlds…young and old. Actually, scriptures speaks of this also…”Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.”( 2 Corinthians 4:16)
THE ME I USED TO BE
I miss the me I used to be,
the things I used to do,
I miss the energy and verve,
the vim and vigor too.
I miss the way my feet could dance,
the way my body bent,
contorted to the Limbo
(under the pole I went).
I miss the feel of garden soil
where once my hands would dig
while scrunching down to plant the seeds
before my joints got big.
Yes, I miss the me I used to be
and all the things I did,
but even though the body’s old,
inside I’m still a kid.
While talking to a friend yesterday, we touched on the subject of the excess baggage many of us carry through life and how God is our heavenly porter. It prompted today’s post:
How many of us have journeyed through life carrying more baggage than we should?
Everything we need for life can be carried in a carry-on case…wisdom, love, caring, common sense, trust, forgiveness, compassion, helpfulness, and more.
But we are loaded down with bad memories, guilt, revenge, unforgiveness, self-centredness, and other things that weigh a ton and cause life to be a heavy burden rather than the learning experience it is meant to be.
Weights can be good for fitness and toning when used in moderation but when dragged through life in the form of overweight baggage, they can wear us down rather than build us up.
When life becomes overloaded with the weights that drag you down, do yourself a favor…let The Porter take your baggage.
This is about memories and how we pick and choose them. I choose to think of the good things in life worth remembering, whether it was in childhood, teen years, young adult, and even advancing years.
Remembering childhood, there were not so many good memories but they can be ferreted out and cherished for what they are, leaving the not-so-good to remain unbidden.
Teen and young adult years again bring a mix of good and not so good memories but the good far outweigh the latter.
What I am getting at here is we all have memories of many kinds and it is up to us to pick and choose the ones that add to today’s happiness….and the ones that don’t…well it is best to let them go unless they have some merit in our lives today.
The lesson to be learned is that everything we have ever endured whether good or bad has been to enhance our progress through life. If we choose to focus on the unpleasant memories then, of course, they could impact our lives in a way that could be detrimental to today’s happiness.
If we choose to pick the pleasant memories to focus on, then today’s happiness quotient goes up a notch or two.
To me, it is most obvious that anything pleasant is good for the soul, and anything that stirs up angst is best left forgotten…unless it can be used therapeutically. It’s up to us to pick and choose.