#1078 – Memory Keepers
Dimensions: 20 in high; base: 12 in wide, 10 in deep
Wood: Mountain Mahogany, Manzanita, Siskiyou Mountains, OR
Stone: Rainbow river-tumbled stones, BC
Sand: Mystical blend
The Memory Keepers venture out with the first rays of sun after a week of storms, and join their house in peering over the edge of the bluff to the river mouth below. Oh, there are treasures! Rain in the mountains swelled the streams and creeks that feed the great river, sweeping banks clean and rushing a wealth of new memories down stream to deposit them here at the mouth. Wood, stone, leaves, feathers, bones – all of these carry buried snippets of history. Soon the sea will come to claim them but the tide is low now so, woven baskets in hand, the Fairies pick their way down the path to the waiting piles of driftwood.
A little-known clan of the Faerie world, the Memory Keepers gather the strands of that which has happened and weave them into a tapestry of song and story. Many of their clan are Bards who carry the new tales to the rest of the Realm. Others are philosophers who contemplate how memory works and what purpose it serves. Living here, at the confluence of waterways, is a metaphoric beginning place for their thoughts. Memory flows like a deep river with currents and eddies, always one direction to the sea. To retrieve a memory is to swim upstream, like a salmon searching for its place of origin in order to spawn, but sometimes the river brings pieces of recollections to the sea.
What have the flowing waters brought today? A twig carries the memory of a robin’s nest and the three chicks that hatched from blue spotted eggs. A stone brings the splash of a leaping trout and a bluebird, bathing in the stream. Roots of a tree toppled by windstorms remember the song of the earthworms and a blackberry vine still holds the hum of bees around its blossoms. Such a wealth of images! Which ones will the Fairies put in their baskets today? Which ones will meet the tide and drift back into the great round, on to the next phase in the circle of life? What do we choose to remember? Perhaps if we ask the Fairy Bards nicely, they will help us tell the tale.