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Every thing. Every place. Give each person your deepest respect. Thank you,

In winter, we are warmed not by woolen socks and blankets, but by warm memories filled with the splashes of a happy summer. The honey shimmer of the sun on hot skin, long walks under the dark hot sky. And the love with which our heart will never grow cold...

And it seems I won't find my way home.

And it seems I won't find my way home.

Memories of mom elevate and inspire spiritual strength.

- Yes. Memories are light. The light that leads through the darkness of reality. A light that points out my weaknesses and what I didn't do when I should have. It's hard to realize this. I conquered so many worlds, so many peoples, but I could not keep those who were truly dear to me. And now these memories burn me from the inside. But this flame has some kind of healing heat. He and my memory are bright spots around which darkness swirls. But she hasn't won yet. And she won't win until I let her do it.

Time cannot erase the memories of a good cat. And there isn't enough sticky tape in the world to completely remove fur from a sofa.

Take care of the warmth of your soul...

We all land in relationship territory with our background. The range includes various cause-and-effect relationships, personal secrets, chronic injuries, difficult memories, unspoken pain, unclosed gestalts, pain points and psychological springs. The luggage is bursting at the seams with resentment and anger, the bag is full of tears, scars and plans. Everyone has an urn with ashes from burned bridges, a backpack with broken records, unanswered questions. First aid kit with afobazole and cozy illusions. Perhaps that's enough? It's time to unload the wagons with this rubbish, put away all the cutlery such as knives in the back and burn the volumes of psychodrama. Enough. Declutter your life and space. This is unnecessary baggage that only pulls you back and makes you mark time. All this, of course, was important, but up to a certain point. We regularly overpay for this with our vital energy and become empty. After every Rubicon you need a reboot. Shake this weight off your shoulders. Save something light as a memory, pass the moment and feel this amazing and pleasant feeling. A new stage begins.

Happiness in a mug of tea with brewed sea buckthorn, joy for the soul and a holiday of sun and happiness in a cup, in mother’s lingonberry jam with pears, happiness in lace snowflakes on eyelashes, happiness in the delicious smell of childhood on the top of your native head, in a palm with the smell of strawberries, the memories of which are so disturbing the soul in winter, in a box with old Christmas tree decorations, happiness in the strong embrace of a loved one. Happiness is in your palms...

Everyone has their own page torn from the book of life.

Memories became a secret religion for me. To be cleansed of sins, to return to the times of innocence, to make a pilgrimage.

It turns out that the pain of loss makes memories dull gray - you notice this after you come out into the light again.

Certain moments of upbringing, memories, experiences are stored in your unconscious and affect the psyche and behavior in the future.