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Friday, January 08, 2010

Memory

(When I don't quite know what to do with the swirling thoughts, I write. The ways words fit and form, how you can stretch and shrink and metaphor them together in puzzle pieces. . . they open you up, make you more than you thought you could be.)

As a kid I grew up on the banks of a charming river. It literally runs through my parents back yard (and figuratively through me). The mere thought of it teleports me to hot summer days and long nights watching fly fishermen ~ my dad and grandfather among them ~ the gurgling and slapping of water as it moves over rocks and along the shore ~ men casting their lines in shadows of pink and crimson until darkness overtook us all.

When everyone had made their way back to the house then I would slip out to watch the the stars. The dew clinging to my legs and arms, finally cooling me against the heat of the day. I was just as pleased to be there on my own as I was to have my friends join me. Staring. Mesmerized by a million diamonds. Thinking that this web of existence must have no beginning and no end.

If you really take the time to look at the stars, the sky becomes a sea of light, pinhole by pinhole. At first it is mostly planets and satellites that shine the brightest. But soon, as your eyes adjust, it's a symphony of music that binds the past and the future. Funny how we think that the night obscures the day but really the day obscures the universe.

It is possible that these words I'm putting out into this night were formed then. Sometimes the light takes a while to reach us ~ light years in fact. But it is on its way. Words help me solidify these truths. Brings my heart back in line when it wanders on dark winter nights.

Namaste.

5 comments:

Lyn said...

Beautiful description ... especially about the stars. I am from a small town far away from any city and any light pollution and the thing I remember so well is the sight of the stars splattered across the entire black sky. Wonderful!

Bob said...

That's a beautiful piece of writing Smarts - and I like your idea that the day obscures the universe.

Smarts said...

Thanks Lyn. We went for dinner at friends who live in the country (last week) and the stars overhead made me very nostalgic. I doubt I would last long in a large city where the artificial lights outside the night sky.

Smarts said...

Bob, that idea came to me as I was writing this post ~ never before considered it. I like it and have pondered it often since.

Anonymous said...

Seeing these kind of posts reminds me of just how technology truly is something we cannot live without in this day and age, and I am fairly certain that we have passed the point of no return in our relationship with technology.


I don't mean this in a bad way, of course! Ethical concerns aside... I just hope that as the price of memory drops, the possibility of downloading our memories onto a digital medium becomes a true reality. It's one of the things I really wish I could see in my lifetime.


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