
We all have memories of moments that happened during this journey, the friends we gained and lost, the adventures we went on, the meetings for the first time and the meetings for the last time. Sometimes memories are all we have left. But memories will never go out of fashion, lets embrace them, we made them.
An accidental blether (a recipe for a memory)
You know what, memories ain’t going out of fashion. They’re made through a reduction of tears, blood, sweat and often with more than a pinch of passion.
They originate when our worlds, her and him, you and I, come together, where we spark some form of bond with an accidental blether.
We create an intellectual fusion of the good and the bad. The stuff that made us smile, still makes us cry, the happy folded in with the sad.
Its like we forage in the garden in our head and frame moments set in time. Specially selected recollections, but handmade to stick in our mind.
We eventually blanch out loss and we deglaze those element away. Forever keeping close those last thoughts at night, whilst cherishing those first thoughts of each new day.
Remember that first day at school, worried that we’d be the odd one out, only to be paired with a lifetime friend, who we’d fall in with more than we’d fall out.
Marinating in perspiration on that first ever date, the zested nerves of that first job, tripping up and trying not to be too late.
Winching on the subway, and arguing in a queue, all served with a dash of regret of those memories which helped shape the real you.
We seem to infuse all those adult celebrations with our childhood bruises, rainy nights in tents with Georgia (or George) and champagne and canapes on cruises.
We remember the ones who provided the pain and the ones who provided the care, but most of all, those that provided the magical adventures, which we were privileged enough to share.
We slowly remember random days as we confit our memories together, on our journey through life, who knew they would start, with an accidental blether.
R G Robb © 2022