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Everyday Memories

jhskulk said:
ChrisR: Is "papi" a term that you tend to use in your present life, or is it something "local" to the memory?
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"Papi" was a name that Lisbet used to call her father, and I've also been heard saying it in my sleep - :rolleyes: - I can't remember what her father's real name was yet.


However I got the spelling wrong for a long time, writing "Pappy" in my journal until a friend from this forum corrected me. In my present life I just say "Dad" - ;)
 
Ailish said:
It's interesting that you remember the tune your Papi was teaching you. That's happened several times to me - one just last week with a Celtic sounding lullaby my mother sang - I can't get it out of my head. Now if only I could find it online! :laugh:
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It is frustrating to have a tune in your head and not know where to start looking to find out what it is. I can still hum the tune, but I don't know if it's a well known song, or one that we made up together. It would be a great validation if I could find it somehow, because it's nothing that I recognize in this life.


Can you remember the words to the lullaby? Maybe one of the members here might recognize it?
 
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My most precious memory from a PL happened in England around 1700.


We met with family and friends at the cantina. The night is very cold but inside the crowd and the wood fire make a cozzy atmosphere. The candels are lighting the room and making the perfect moment to strat dancing. A group of violins are playing a happy song and invites to dance. All of us are dancing, grabbing hands and laughing a lot!!! The feeling of happinnes is immense and comes from the heart...


...I wish could laugh like then every day.
 
Everyday memories...


I had a wonderful meditation once...and it warms my heart every time I think of it. I was a young boy, growing up in the U.S. Rockies somewhere. I could see mountain peaks all around me. I was with my older sister and we were playing in the meadow. We were having such fun, just twirling and twirling round in circles, getting giddy! When we got home, our father was just about to leave, on horseback, to go off cattle ranching, I suspect. Mother put me to bed and she and my sister were sitting on the bed, reading to me in the candlelight. The next day, me and my sister went down to the river and somehow I ended up falling in. As I floated off, downstream, I could feel the water against my eyes and, I started to go under. I could see my sister calling after me, frantically, at the riverside. Later, I looked down on the house and saw my mother holding a baby. There were two similar sized graves just by the house. I think my sister also drowned trying to save me... But, despite the sad ending, the love I felt during that lifetime was overwhelming...and will always have happy memories of twirling with my sister... :)
 
Hi Cheeky Monkey,


What a beautiful reflection on life and death. Thank you so much for sharing! It made my heart smile. ;)
 
Hey Cheeky Monkey!


Nice to see you back :D


I loved reading your memory of twirling with your sister. It's amazing how much those little moments really mean to us, isn't it? They always make me smile ;)


Aili
 
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