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The glass jar- creating memories.

“I am going to keep it as a memory.” It struck my heart. We’d just finished decorating glass jars with serviettes using the decoupage technique, and as we were waiting for the glue-varnish to dry we talked about what we would do with our creations. One said she was going to put chocolate in it, another said she might give it to her daughter; it was a light and happy conversation. And then one said quietly that she would keep the decorated jar as a memory. Her comment moved me and remained with me. I realised that to her this evening meant more than I’d realised. It was good to be reminded of the importance of what might seem insignificant. And it moved me that through a simple evening we could create a moment that was worth remembering. And that’s what part of life is about. It’s about creating memories; good memories that are worth being reminded of. And sometimes it’s not bad to hold on to objects that are “worthless” in the eyes of those around us, when they hold value to

Coming home: growing into life and collecting memories.

I am surrounded by boxes and bags as I sit here on the navy blue sofa in a small cleared space in my living room. A large wardrobe is stood a little to the side, ready to get picked up; and by the television there is a collection of wires and boxes. There is a gas-fire that brings a comfortable warmth to an otherwise very grey and dull day. I moved into my new flat yesterday. My arms are telling me their muscles were used as I carried numerous boxes and furniture, and breakfast this morning included a bit of a treasure hunt to find a bowl, spoon, and box of Weetabix somewhere in the mountain of stuff. Moving brings back memories and reminds me of years gone by. So many moves... Leeds, Fortaleza, Plymouth, Kansas City, Amsterdam... all cities which were home for different seasons in my life. Specific moving memories popping into my mind as I have been packing and thinking and writing... 1995 when I stood with my luggage ready to get the ferry to Newcastle, England, only 19