The entries here are based on a simple idea, really: that our memories settle at their own pace in layers over the years. Some wash away. Some solidify and become as stone. Some form entire strata, multicolored, multifaceted shelves upon which our present sits. That present where we instantly deposit new memories to filter their way down.
I'm old enough now that it is worth my while to do a little digging in those deposits looking for nuggets of meaning, perspectives to carry into the future. The best parts, though, are the organic deposits that have fossilized, left images of what has been that should not be forgotten, implications, guidance and hope for what is to come.
This is where we come together. For here, we sit quietly and examine our fossils together, amazed at their texture and form.