~ Terry Pratchett
A year has passed and how soon! I am thankful for many things, but mostly for the possibility that I won't be able to bring up the constant reminders that begin with, "Remember last year, during this time ..." Time has walked, more likely trudged, a full circle and there no more will be trading of places on the calendar. Starting today, I won't be able to go back and tally the days or tag the months to certain events.
A trifle of a thought, I know, but something worth ruminating. Someone had rightly told me once, "You'll see, after a while it all feels like a dream. One big, beautiful dream. As if the years never happened to you ..." True, it's like a distance I never walked, a meal I never ate, a place I never lived. Chip by chip, I can sense the shreds of the old life fading away, its contours patchy and bleached, with only the fragrant essence of belonging filling our hearts. The strange feeling is very similar to this blurry dream-like path, which once upon a time framed a corner of our everyday life, gradually disappearing under a thick veil of late autumn fog.
O no, don’t let the dream fade.
ReplyDeleteYes, the phrase ‘last year this time . . . .’ is no longer applicable but the memories are. Don’t bury them.
Once the new has taken the place of the old and the old no longer causes pain, it can be put into a special box, taken out and sorted through at leisure, to bring back the joy and happiness of the time when. Colour and light, mist and sunshine will be yours each time you lift a memory out of its silken tissue.
The new phrase is ‘do you remember when . . . .
I quite love the new turn of the phrase, dear Friko, and it has already started creating a din in our lives! How beautifully you describe the silken memories; thank you for that lovely bit of imagery. And sunshine! :-)
Deleteit's a nostalgic post!! And the picture is beautiful. Yes, the new takes the place of the old. Memories, and especially good memories, are difficult to keep!! We have to remember these moments through pictures, thanks to a diary. They help us to live.
ReplyDeleteThe picture is of the little lane that ran right behind our apartment in Seattle; quiet a scenery it was to behold while having tea from the patio above. You are right, one would be a vegetable without the memories. I must thank this blog and you all to keep them alive in me.
DeleteDiaries, pictures, memories - yes, all are useful in keeping the experience alive. The best though, is in you. The life you lived, the things you did and saw, the entire time is part of you - in you. You're changed by it, and nothing can take that away.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely agree, that part of me will always be throbbing within me, and its memory, always green.
Delete