Response to Creative Corner Edition Nº7

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Why do some people, places and things have such a strong resonance with me? They tug at my memory and my heart as though to say, Remember me? And oh how I want to remember!

I feel this connection with most indigenous peoples of the world, but especially with the Lakota and Hopi tribes of North America — how they believe in showing reverence to Mother Earth, honoring the Star People and showing respect and love to all of humanity. Sometimes I wonder if my resonance with them is residual memory of a past life or of a life I’ve yet to live with them. How I wish we had listened to them so long ago and took on their ways of life — our world would be so different now.

The Lakota of South Dakota

The Lakota @ Black Hills & Badlands

The Hopi of Arizona

Hopi Dancers @ YoairBlog

And there is the Grand Canyon, a place I’ve never visited but my desire to be there grows more each day. A year ago, I explored my love for and the mysteries of the Grand Canyon in this poem, and one would think that writing such a poem would have satiated my desires; yet, the desire is becoming all consuming. Again, there is a tugging, a residual memory of this magical place — did I live there in the past or have I yet to live there?

The Grand Canyon

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I also experience this tugging of my memory and heart whenever I see pictures of Ireland, Wales and Scotland, ‘though I’ve never traveled to any of them. I do have ancestors from these regions, and I did live in Ireland long ago as revealed to me in a past life regression. But that cannot be the whole of this burning desire to be one with these countries. Yes, I think some of the residual memory is from my past life, but I cannot help but wonder if some of this residual memory is for a life I’ve yet to live there.

Irish Coast

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Welsh Coast

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Scottish Coast

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And then there are ancient things that I am drawn to like pyramids all over the world, monolithic structures, and temples. And even today I am drawn to museums that hold statues and art of antiquity. It’s as if my heart is telling me that I’ve seen these things in their golden age— residue of the past? Or am I yet to discover them in the future or did I already in a parallel world? So many thoughts to ponder!

The Ancient World

The Ancient World @

Exploring all of these resonations can be a lovely pastime, just as is pondering when the residual memories are from — the past or the future. However, it is also important for me to come back to the present, to this moment and in this space I am occupying, for I know myself well enough that should I linger in the world of what-ifs and possibilities too long, I become nostalgic and melancholy. You see, it is the deep longing for places and people I know I know that can spiral me into depression.

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Response to Diana C.’s Creative Corner edition Nº7 prompt — | Residues of a life yet to be lived |

Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog here.



𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 & 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

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