There is a recurring image that enters into my mind. Whether it is a memory from this life or one that came before I cannot be positive at this time. I’m sure it will come to me sooner or later. It is the vision of a large overstuffed chair with a flower print on it. The chair is sitting in a Victorian parlor and it is facing a window that has beautiful curtains pulled open to the light that is coming in from the outside. There is a large, wall-covering bookcase behind the chair and a beautiful wooden lamp table to one side of the window. The light coming in from the window has a golden, almost orange Glow to it that enters the room and permeates the air within the parlor so that every object in the room has a bit of that orange Glow tint to it. It is clearly late afternoon, perhaps 4 or 4:30 pm, and the Memory Glow has a real, physical warmth that I can actually feel even though the image is only a visionary moment in my mind.

There are several memory moments I experience now and then, wherein that orange Glow appears, representing the major feeling or sensation experienced by me in all of those memories. A field of hay in the late afternoon, horses in a distant pasture, a moment after a rainstorm—how do I describe this GLOW? The closest I can come is the painting “Harvest” by Maxfield Parrish. Take the coloration from that painting, lighten it a bit and place in a parlor setting. I have a strong desire to paint that Parlor Memory of mine, perhaps I will one day soon.