The Forgotten Path

Sometimes things are pushed to the back of our minds and there they linger just out of reach of our present thoughts. We know they are there somewhere but it seems that try as we might, the recollection is futile. This begins to be more prevalent as we age..only sort of in reverse. Memories from years ago seem to be far more vivid than where we laid our glasses or car keys just moments before. I read where to improve the memory, we should try to petition new thoughts and ideas into our daily lives. Hmm. That is provocative..new thoughts to revive the old memories? Or could it be the other way around?? Old memories to create new thoughts?? Anyway, today as I was out enjoying the Fall-like weather, I wandered over to what used to be my aunt and uncle's home-site. I love this place. I spent much of my childhood here playing with my cousin. I suppose you could say we were much closer than just cousins, I saw her as my best friend (and still feel just as close even though we are miles apart). As I walked, I came across the place where the driveway led to the house..it was so different ..so overgrown. This forgotten path lured me further..I knew there was nothing at the end but still I could not turn away. Each step I took invoked memories..each memory nurtured anticipation. This went on until I could see beauty in everything. There was a certain beauty about the unkempt surroundings that was almost ethereal. The setting sun cast shadows but also caused the brambles and weeds to glow as if in a spotlight. It was almost mesmerizing the way the sunlight changed the appearance of even the most mundane of things. The giant of the old oak tree loomed overhead while the goldenrod gleamed like torches. The birds chattered announcing my being there to all within earshot but they seemed equally at ease with my presence. The rabbits and squirrels accepted my intrusion with just a mere glance. There was an amazing peace among all beings. With memories of the place flowing freely in my head, I wandered aimlessly about..not wanting to leave. I had become so enthralled with the tranquility of the place that time passed way to quickly. The sun had almost slipped behind the trees before I turned to retreat down the forgotten path. It was dark by the time I reached home but it was as if a light had been turned on deep inside me. Happy memories danced through my mind.. memories of old times that were long forgotten. Memories that are now burned into the mind and are sparking new thoughts and ideas. Ideas of things to come..of memories to be made..all because of this forgotten path. Or could it truly be labeled "Memory Lane"???