I have a few of those myself...they generally involve my sisters. (I feel bad saying that, like that sort of negates The Man's position in my life, but...it's true). Hang on to those, if you're anything like me, wonderful, "sacred" memories make getting through those hard times a little easier.

So does booze. Just something to keep in mind.

Just kidding! I only say that because one of my sacred memories involves a small bar, a really cold night in FL, and copious amounts of hot mulled wine while my sister and I acted like total drunken fools while watching our favourite band in the world. Good times!

I have a few of those myself...they generally involve my sisters. (I feel bad saying that, like that sort of negates The Man's position in my life, but...it's true). Hang on to those, if you're anything like me, wonderful, "sacred" memories make getting through those hard times a little easier.

 

So does booze. Just something to keep in mind.

 

Just kidding! I only say that because one of my sacred memories involves a small bar, a really cold night in FL, and copious amounts of hot mulled wine while my sister and I acted like total drunken fools while watching our favourite band in the world. Good times!

Those first two hold a different place in my heart than the ones involving my husband. It's not that he's less important to me, but those first two really had some element of otherworldly-ness, maybe. I was a different person.

Hee! I startled my husband when I laughed just now over your booze recommendation.

I love the new name of your blog! Hee! I love mermaids. I'm probaby more of a dryad, but I always wanted to be a mermaid. Have you ever seen the movie "The Secret of Roan Inish?" Love that movie. But I digress.

Your collection of transcendent moment memories now has me thinking about mine. It's something for me to journal about on my lunch hour, I think. I have one particular instance that instantly comes to mind, and it was when I alone except for what seemed like thousands of fireflies, floating up out of the grass at night.

But you've given me a lot of fodder for thought, and for my journal. Thank you so much, for I was in a bit of rut with my retro noon hour process of writing in a journal with a pen.

You know, I don't think I have a lot of sacred memories that I can bring to mind. It takes a resonant moment or scent for them to be unearthed for me. I think I live a large part of my life fairly disconnected from my memories (it's a weird quirk I have... sort of assassinish, really).

I love the idea of mermaids... possibly the more sinister aspects of them too. (Especially?)