fleeting lil buggers....
I have been stirring and wrenching a thought through my head all day and how to put it into words is going to take a bit of imagery on the readers part but bear with me...
I have been wrangling the whole time and space continuum for a while now. The concept of time overlapping on itself and just layering memories and happenings like a burritto?
Her goes my theory.... I imagine my memories and thoughts and lifetime something of layers rising from the ground and becoming lighter as they get older until they get so light and whispy that they just float and fluff above our heads until they get stirred by whatever might be happening that day and they lilt down to our consciousness if only for a few seconds and they lift again to higher place. They dont become any less or more of anything just further away and more difficult to reach.
Take for instance something that happened yesterday may be close to the ground in memories and can be recalled by my very walking about the house and there it is,... the trip to pick up my moms new car and dropping mail off at the old house and seeing new people there. All very fresh, new and can be replayed as if... yes. YESTERDAY!!!!
Now a week ago may be a little higher off the ground and lighter and more difficult to wrangle to the front of my mind but if I think back a bit I can catch a wiff of last week, last month, last year....
Now here is my attempt as of late.
I am trying to catch things that are wafting and floating above my body, way above my head ebbing and flowing like waves, swirling about like dust on wind. I am attempting to wrangle the times and moments to the forefront of my mind so I can savor when I want. The dont have to be all good, just time. Time that I have spent with people, places I have been, feelings I have had and relive them a bit. Why you may ask would I want to ground these things when maybe they are meant to be floaters? I dont want to lose anything. I dont want to take anything for granted. If I can reach these places I have been, maybe I can enjoy the things to come more sweetly. If I can draw upon moments of loss, love, friendship, and trace them back ten, five, thirty years ago if only for a moment I can apply them to today and tomorrow and say,
"oh yeah, and that was okay too, I am alright, and we will be ok. no Matter how hard the shell."
So... Next time you look up or out from your self and see those stirring little dusties that catch on a beam of light that you almost never see, yeah stir them up a little, take a deep breath and try to catch an old friend, a lost love or the fleeting smell of lake water and oiled roads, its a good place to visit.
I have been wrangling the whole time and space continuum for a while now. The concept of time overlapping on itself and just layering memories and happenings like a burritto?
Her goes my theory.... I imagine my memories and thoughts and lifetime something of layers rising from the ground and becoming lighter as they get older until they get so light and whispy that they just float and fluff above our heads until they get stirred by whatever might be happening that day and they lilt down to our consciousness if only for a few seconds and they lift again to higher place. They dont become any less or more of anything just further away and more difficult to reach.
Take for instance something that happened yesterday may be close to the ground in memories and can be recalled by my very walking about the house and there it is,... the trip to pick up my moms new car and dropping mail off at the old house and seeing new people there. All very fresh, new and can be replayed as if... yes. YESTERDAY!!!!
Now a week ago may be a little higher off the ground and lighter and more difficult to wrangle to the front of my mind but if I think back a bit I can catch a wiff of last week, last month, last year....
Now here is my attempt as of late.
I am trying to catch things that are wafting and floating above my body, way above my head ebbing and flowing like waves, swirling about like dust on wind. I am attempting to wrangle the times and moments to the forefront of my mind so I can savor when I want. The dont have to be all good, just time. Time that I have spent with people, places I have been, feelings I have had and relive them a bit. Why you may ask would I want to ground these things when maybe they are meant to be floaters? I dont want to lose anything. I dont want to take anything for granted. If I can reach these places I have been, maybe I can enjoy the things to come more sweetly. If I can draw upon moments of loss, love, friendship, and trace them back ten, five, thirty years ago if only for a moment I can apply them to today and tomorrow and say,
"oh yeah, and that was okay too, I am alright, and we will be ok. no Matter how hard the shell."
So... Next time you look up or out from your self and see those stirring little dusties that catch on a beam of light that you almost never see, yeah stir them up a little, take a deep breath and try to catch an old friend, a lost love or the fleeting smell of lake water and oiled roads, its a good place to visit.
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