What it means to remember

stopping and dropping and surrendering everything to the seed

There are many ways, but one way to remember. There are many words for it, too, this being-in-a-body. This ability to remain in one place physically, whilst travelling internally, outwardly. The body moves.

We all hold memories, some near and some since buried, forgotten. And perhaps we’d rather leave them there, in the ground.

What I am speaking about here, really, is an act of remembering. It is not exactly, romanticisation or ‘presence’ per se, nor is it making the best of a bad situation. It’s that flavour, friends, that flavour.

To remember is not to make light of anything that is too heavy. It is not to bake a loaf of bread nor a walk in a wildflower meadow. It is when the apple crumble cake slips through your buttery fingers, falls to the floor and whispers ‘Remember this?’.

We must never forget to play, that which opposes the ordinary is, what Alan Watts describes as