Remembering the Deep Moments

We pause for a moment to remember places where the Depth has flooded our lives, times when we realized its immensity and power.

We remember where we were when we first learned it had happened; the first time, or the first in a long time, that we knew.

The details are important mileposts in our stories. The light had a certain quality. We were listening to that song. I remember the smell of lavender, or a wood fire, or freshly baked bread. That taste always reminds me. Our present moment rests on a foundation of deep moments that have shaped us.

For me, it is the people who are the most important reminders.

I remember the kindness of the retired teacher who lived next door and helped me learn how to read. I remember the texture of the sofa we shared, as well as the sound of her voice, many years later, on day I finished law school.

I remember the people who were able to see more in me than I could see in myself, and those who have challenged me to become more. I remember how Depth overwhelmed me on long walks with good friends who were patient in my struggles. I remember the people who comforted me with their presence in difficult, painful times.

Each of us has people to remember with gratitude for reminding us of the Depth that is all around us. We remember parents and friends, partners and teachers, children and leaders.

We set aside this weekend to pause for a moment and remember the deep places and times that have shaped us, and the people who help us remember.

Who reminds you of the deep times and places you have shared?

Whose stories include time with you as a milepost of depth?

[Image by paul bica]