Comments on: Reschooling Tool #12: Memory Walk http://www.reschoolyourself.com/reschooling-tool-12-memory-walk Reliving my schooling. Rebooting my life. Thu, 09 Feb 2012 05:41:27 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6 By: Reschooling Tool #19: Touch the Past and Let it Go - Reschool Yourself http://www.reschoolyourself.com/reschooling-tool-12-memory-walk#comment-3948 Reschooling Tool #19: Touch the Past and Let it Go - Reschool Yourself Tue, 17 Mar 2009 16:58:44 +0000 http://www.reschoolyourself.com/?p=1723#comment-3948 [...] I mentioned in my post about memory walks, Buddhist monk Pema Chodron writes that in meditation, we “touch the breath and let it [...] [...] I mentioned in my post about memory walks, Buddhist monk Pema Chodron writes that in meditation, we “touch the breath and let it [...]

]]> By: Melia http://www.reschoolyourself.com/reschooling-tool-12-memory-walk#comment-2676 Melia Wed, 07 Jan 2009 07:34:28 +0000 http://www.reschoolyourself.com/?p=1723#comment-2676 I did the same thing when I visited Barcelona and Salamanca, where I'd lived a few years before. Even though I didn't consciously remember where my old hangouts were located, my feet seemed to take me instinctively to the places that had significance for me. I did the same thing when I visited Barcelona and Salamanca, where I’d lived a few years before. Even though I didn’t consciously remember where my old hangouts were located, my feet seemed to take me instinctively to the places that had significance for me.

]]> By: Chris http://www.reschoolyourself.com/reschooling-tool-12-memory-walk#comment-2549 Chris Tue, 30 Dec 2008 07:29:47 +0000 http://www.reschoolyourself.com/?p=1723#comment-2549 This rings a bell, without a doubt! I recently returned to Paris, where I studied abroad years ago, and without planning to I found myself revisiting all of the old familiar places -- my old apartment building, the school where I studied, my favorite bakeries and cafes. It was almost an unconscious drive to go back and see all of these places, and somehow it made me happy just to be there again, thinking about what has and hasn't changed since I was last there... This rings a bell, without a doubt! I recently returned to Paris, where I studied abroad years ago, and without planning to I found myself revisiting all of the old familiar places — my old apartment building, the school where I studied, my favorite bakeries and cafes. It was almost an unconscious drive to go back and see all of these places, and somehow it made me happy just to be there again, thinking about what has and hasn’t changed since I was last there…

]]> By: Melia http://www.reschoolyourself.com/reschooling-tool-12-memory-walk#comment-2307 Melia Wed, 17 Dec 2008 10:29:55 +0000 http://www.reschoolyourself.com/?p=1723#comment-2307 Beautiful story; I can imagine everything vividly. You remind me that walking or simply reminiscing with someone who shares your experience can be even more powerful than doing so by yourself. A sibling or childhood friend may remember different things than you do, and the spaces are likely as meaningful to them as they are to you. Many of us have also introduced our friends, children, or partners to places that hold significance for us. For example, I took Darren on a midnight walk around SCU even before my reschooling began. I think it's partially so our loved ones can visualize the settings for our stories, and also because it's somehow important to us that they know the places we came from. Beautiful story; I can imagine everything vividly. You remind me that walking or simply reminiscing with someone who shares your experience can be even more powerful than doing so by yourself. A sibling or childhood friend may remember different things than you do, and the spaces are likely as meaningful to them as they are to you.

Many of us have also introduced our friends, children, or partners to places that hold significance for us. For example, I took Darren on a midnight walk around SCU even before my reschooling began. I think it’s partially so our loved ones can visualize the settings for our stories, and also because it’s somehow important to us that they know the places we came from.

]]> By: jhisaw http://www.reschoolyourself.com/reschooling-tool-12-memory-walk#comment-2302 jhisaw Wed, 17 Dec 2008 06:53:00 +0000 http://www.reschoolyourself.com/?p=1723#comment-2302 A few years ago, my dad lay dying in the same Connecticut hospital where I had been born. My sister and I (she from North Carolina and I from Mississippi) traveled there to spend his last two weeks together and to support my mom. While there, my sister and I took a memory walk to the house, just a few blocks from the hospital, that my parents were renting when I was born. Oblivious to the late November chill, we felt compelled to continue our walk, past the apartment where I had spent my early childhood, past the elementary school, the church, the pond where we caught turtles with my dad....Every step unleashed a flood of memories, some hilarious, others poignant, all now bittersweet as we took this journey for what we knew would be the last time. Mom was selling the house that had been in our family for decades and moving in with my sister's family in North Carolina, so there would be no home to return to. We were reconnecting with our past only to say our final goodbyes. But there was something profoundly satisfying about our memory walk nonetheless, the blessing of a last, lingering embrace with not only the person but also the places that had shaped our lives. A few years ago, my dad lay dying in the same Connecticut hospital where I had been born. My sister and I (she from North Carolina and I from Mississippi) traveled there to spend his last two weeks together and to support my mom. While there, my sister and I took a memory walk to the house, just a few blocks from the hospital, that my parents were renting when I was born. Oblivious to the late November chill, we felt compelled to continue our walk, past the apartment where I had spent my early childhood, past the elementary school, the church, the pond where we caught turtles with my dad….Every step unleashed a flood of memories, some hilarious, others poignant, all now bittersweet as we took this journey for what we knew would be the last time. Mom was selling the house that had been in our family for decades and moving in with my sister’s family in North Carolina, so there would be no home to return to. We were reconnecting with our past only to say our final goodbyes. But there was something profoundly satisfying about our memory walk nonetheless, the blessing of a last, lingering embrace with not only the person but also the places that had shaped our lives.

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