ON MEMORY

Our last stanza meeting of the year concerned memory which I define

as the mnemonic traces that are stocked in our brain. The poets wrote

about the memory of flowers and how their essences help us to heal

from our inner wounds. We spoke about the mycelian links between

the flowers that tie them to the earth and to one another. Poets also

wrote about our affective wounds and how the anger that they cause

disrupts our equilibrium causing us to question ourselves. One poet

wrote abut his recollections of the orchard that is connected to his

alliance with Nature and his deep vanishing self-consciousness while

I wrote about an olive branch that brings me peace of mind when

my life is in harmony with my thoughts and my being. Memory is

precious...