Sunday, March 04, 2007

March Column

Mothballs In My Attic

It’s one of those months you may have felt in limbo. The middle of the month holds St. Patrick’s Day, where everyone on that day is Irish and the wearing of the green makes joyful hearts sing and maybe do a little jig. The green turns our attention to the color of spring. We are coming out of the winter gray and ending this month with the promise of Spring. Aren’t promises the most precious things a person can receive? The promise can add hope, faith and expectation to our lives.
The flower that pushes up out of the frozen ground gives us the promise of more flowers to come. The long distance relative that promises to come and visit, the promise of honor and integrity. The promise ring, the promised land and the promise of tomorrow. Remember the promises you experienced in your life. Let the mothballs refresh your memory; enter your attic and open your trunk and see what comes forward with a step back to a day in March.....
Fill in the blanks with just one word, and see how the memories flood back. Take your time, this is not to be rushed but rather enjoyed. Remember all the feelings and visual sensations and experience the places your mind travels.

I shared my deep dark secrets with ___________________________.
My best friend lived at _____________________________________.
________________________ was where my grandmother kept her hope chest.
pinky swear on the important things in life

???? Remember a promise received and a promise given ????

Excerpts from Mothballs In My Attic, a new fun nostalgia book.
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