Pictures,the collection of our lives, frozen, framed, a moment. Gathering families, from that picture each person takes turns telling what made that a special moment, layers upon layers turning a still picture into a movie for your mind. As you listen and look at the picture you take what they are saying, the laughing, the details, the season and you put it together in your mind, it is now alive.
Learning, listening, cherished stories of a time that has passed, comparing, then, now, a picture is about looking at your now grown child sitting next to you, and then turning to a picture that shows that same child, latched on to your breast for the first time, cuddled close, and there you are,mom, looking down in amazement that it is all over, labor is finally complete, and here you hold the labor of your efforts, right here beneath your nose. That picture takes you back to a time that can not be duplicated, even if you had 8 more children. Knowing that that child will never be that close to you ever again, yes, you have long weened the babe from the breast and first grade was ages ago, prom has come and gone, and graduation is around the corner, from that first day no day would ever be duplicated, firsts by the thousands, we can not remember most of the young years of our lives to be able to recount how we reacted , but our parents can, they were in effect experiencing our firsts with us, they observed so that when that picture they took came up they would have the story to tell you. It helps to reestablish a connection to something we no longer are,little children or newborns, as parents, we love reliving the memories of the little you, the you that you roll your eyes in embarrassing that one your mom or dad is even telling these stories out loud, and two, that you actually did that! Seeing that we still have the parent advantage over you in that we have numerous stories describing pooh flinging episodes when you were put in your crib, to picking your dad's nose, to trying to eat the goldfish.
Letting that grown child be to us for a moment, that newborn that just came home. seeing the newborn hospital picture and letting your heart and mind take you back to the very moment you laid in the hospital gurney with your new born latched on to your breast, if only for that moment, returning for a thought to the very place that the picture was taken reliving what can not be redone, in aremembering,story telling, recollecting, for some a picture is to dwell upon, failure and pain,hurt and to imagine for a moment in your mind of times that never really happened but wish that they had,for some pictures are for evidence,raw and untouched as it was seen,as it actually unfolded,and for many a picture is all that they have,is that picture, and in that picture, the memories come alive and you begin to rewind in your mind to bring your most vivid memories alive, it is all that they have.
Capture. Caught. Exposed. Shot.
Instantaneous. Spontaneous. Framed.
Free. Natural. Candid.
Memories, Now, Then, Forever
Captured, Framed, Explained, Named.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Transitions
For some time now i have wanted to write blogs. In many ways i wanted to keep an online journal or diary. To me when i need to get it all out and try to get life more in focus, as has been my life when things get out of focus that do not just get out of focus, a s in a little blurry, hazy, or spotty, no, when things get out of focus it is like prolonged blindness, nearsighted and far sighted mangled up together. That is what out of focus means in my world getting things written down to me help to visualize what is going on.
If not another pair of eyes wander across what is written here, that will be fine, just fine, i know that i need this outlet, i need this freedom and i need this in order to shed thoughts so that new ones can have fresh space to develop, and when those thoughts have gotten plump for the pickings, i will pick them so the cycle continues.
It comes to be both a cause for confusion and reason for relief. In the course of about a year and five months, i noticed that the more i moved forward, the more i progressed the things that had weighed me down began to be lifted and that they really did not enter my thoughts any longer. The further away from the things that were causing me problems by way of recalling, the harder they were to bring back to my mind. But to the other side of that same erasing of the past, for me it was important to have new thoughts to look back on that bring me Happiness. As things go i know that i want to replace what is going out with things to Up build me. Cycle in cycle out. Replacing bad fruit, with the Decent Fruit.
Awake and Alert
Water,dust and dirt
Planted, Growing, Grows
Water Feeding, dripping, Springs to Flow
The Sunlight Feeds you, The Clouds they know
They know to gather, to shade and to shower!
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