While walking the dog in the wonderfully comfortable weather this morning, June 14, I pondered at how certain colors, smells, sounds, and even the breeze and temperature triggered memories from my childhood and adolescents. It provoke memories that I don't think I have ever recalled before. It is even more unique in that the historian side of me began to recall some of the imagery given from some past research and readings I have done and at how relevant those are even today. Quite relaxing I should say. Then of course, my mind goes into ludicrous speed, yes a refernece to Spaceballs by Mel Brooks. I begin to wonder if the imagery is just recollection of those I have experienced in the past or if it could actually be linked to genetic memories of my ancestors. Both of my familial history observed nature in it's importance and honored it in their different ways. Of course there is no experiments that can differentiate between experienced and genetic memories, but it is a fun perplexion to fixate upon when one is able to enter a temporary state of Nirvana.
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