@brittarnhild
Memories are connected to our senses. The other day, when I was walking in the garden, I stuck my nose into a lilac, taking a deep breath, and in a blink of an eye I was transported 50 years back in time, to grandma Olga´s garden, where a circle of purple lilacs formed a gazebo. Give me a strong smell of exhaust and I am in Kathmandu in Nepal, and when we make a fire I can close my eyes and see myself in a small balcony in a tiny little hotel on the hills above Port au Prince in Haiti, I couldn´t sleep and was up before dawn, down the hills thousands of women were starting their fires to feed their families.
Most often the memories come alive when I am unaware. Like today. I was walking back and forth between the kitchen and the livingroom, the pains of my rheumatism made it hard to sit in the chair watching the television news. It was better to walk. I stopped in the kitchen to look out the window, out to the back yard. A pink flower, a weed wildflower had found its way up along the fence, and lo and behold...........
.....I was back in Bodji in Western Ethiopia, October last year, when I spent some nights in the house of an old missionary. The photo above shows what I saw when I looked out the bedroom window at the mission.
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Which senses do you use to remember?
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Here is a link to all my Ethiopia posts
And here are the blog posts from Nepal.
Haiti was before blogging.
