Pensieve

This? It is called a Pensieve. I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind. -- Albus Dumbledore

Herself's brain is full of many thoughts, rattling and klunking about together, interwoven and nearly unparseable.  Pieces of different puzzles, all in the same box. What would the completed pictures show?

Picture 1:  It is challenging to tolerate gracefully the inevitable occasional glitches and upkeep-requiring activities of that marvelous machine, the human body.  And the corollary: it is even more difficult to watch one's elders grow older and have to address the variant ills that accompany age.  For always, just out of the corner of one's eye, one suspects the appearance of a Grim. Impossible to imagine, yet equally impossible not to acknowledge, that we are all mortal - and that we never know how much time we have on this Earth.

To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. -- Albus Dumbledore

Picture 2:  There are so many aspirations and hopes of what to do, where to go. To walk through the Sequoia forest; to look at the glaciers and the geothermal features and the beautiful barren wastelands of Iceland; to sit under trees and to smell the campfire and to listen to the silence. To be in the moment, without worry, and with the people who bring calm to her soul.  Ah, yes.

I am not worried, Harry. I am with you.  -- Albus Dumbledore

Picture 3:  Behold, a marvelous, intangible yet nearly visible, omnipresent gratitude for the graces of friendship.  Some days -- many days -- actually, each and every day -- it seems a miracle to have others to whom one can turn for company, for solace, for laughter.  Would that we could take these people into our hearts and carry them with us wherever we go.  Wondrously, we already do so.  A dream realized, in this lifetime. So fortunate are we.

I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. -- Albus Dumbledore

Picture 4:  What do we do with dreams or desires that cannot come to pass?  Do we contemplate them like reflections in the Mirror of Erised?  Do we risk losing ourselves in doing so?

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. -- Albus Dumbledore

Or do we hold those imaginings as fuel in dark times, knowing them to be remote and unlikely, yet having them serve as the thoughts to conjure a patronus in times of need? 

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real? -- Albus Dumbledore

If only Herself had a Pensieve, she could organize and order all of her thoughts.  All the same, perhaps all of her fears, dreams, hopes, loves and desires are safest inside solely her head.  It's a busy place, to be sure.  Yet even in the bustle and commotion, there are quiet moments.  Grateful are we for those times.