This book is in near new condition.
I have often found myself chasing this treasure of memories. I recently traveled to a place I lived when I was a child and I just soaked up the sights and the sounds, visited my old home and relived the memories. Memories of Dad and Mum, my sister and I, sitting around the lounge, memories of going running with my Dad, memories of playing with my friends in the creek, climbing trees and riding bikes. I know that the memories are slightly ‘rose glass tinted’ and there is an incredibly strong bias to only remember the good times, but it feels so good and satisfying.
Building and protecting this kind of treasure safeguards the health of communities and gives hope to generations yet to emerge. The treasures of love and affection, sweet memories laid down in family rituals and experiences are the fabric of life. Without this treasure, life has no heart and soul and is reduced to the drudgery of survival. Without a series of warm memories connected to special relationships – life is meaningless. No person can centre and stablise themselves without some place they can point to with warmth and call home.