I remember how amazing it was every time my mother walked by a fruit tree. There'd be a flurry of lights and colours, and the air would become filled with luminescence and celebration. I was then in my cradle –those first times I was aware of this- and I could not open my eyes wide enough to take in the whole scene. I remember my eyes glittering in the rays of light that shone in resonance, and my arms and legs dancing around.
Yes, I say 'I remember', it actually is a spontaneous evocation. We don't need to store these images, or punch in a pin to retrieve them from a so-called 'memory bank'. The past is present and alive in our inner world when we are referring to meetings with Life itself. It is not symbolic, it is real: it is present and alive. Only living memories can drive you to knowing Life. Only encounters full of truth can reset the memory of life.
Once you have experienced something like that, no matter the difficulties you may be confronted with; you will always try to find it again. Like the surfer who has traveled through the tube of a curled wave will travel the whole world searching to experience that wonder again, I have never stopped looking for that glow.