Remembering the time that I stopped at every brilliantly colored tree I passed to collect a few leaves… I had a long forgotten creative project in mind that never materialized beyond pressing the leaves.
The colors are preserved in my closet, my jewelry and other accessories, my home, and my soul.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
~From The Wonder Years
Take a moment to reflect on a favorite memory. In what ways are you preserving your memory?