consider this life | touch the past
touch has a memory
  john keats

This  practice of noticing our life reaches into the past as well. Our  memories are the bits and pieces that make up who we are. Our likes and  dislikes. Our collections and experiences. From what we saw, to what we  heard, to what we felt.

Today, let us touch the past. Let us allow our moving through our what is now to connect to our what was.

  • today,  I listen to a playlist of 1965 hits. I was only a year old and most of  these songs were not my mother's song but my brothers. They were  entering their teen years when I was born and essentially raised me on  their music.
  • pink  and orange has some connection to the colors of my childhood. Combined  with funky patterns. I am sure it is the palette of the seventies.
  • She  notices that I say, "cut it off" and I am remembering my best friend in  high school who was from Michigan and she would say, "turn it off" and  we would tease each other about who was right.
  • Now  that makes me think of David Bowie and our love of him and our being in  the parking log, blasting music, the night our favorite radio station  signed off for good.
  • My  son exuberantly jumps up and yells when his team makes a touchdown. My  brother did the same. I thought he might touch the ceiling
  • the  yelling feels tense to me. They always assure me that it isn't but the  fast paced, staccato punch of words, competing for the loudest voice,  lands in my body and I remember monitoring football scores because if  Clemson lost, we didn't visit my Daddy the next day.
  • I  will retreat to the bath tub which is almost as lovely as the huge claw  foot tub that sat under the bathroom window. One of the things I wish I  had salvaged from the house before we sold it.
  • Painting  portals tonight and I remember filling three ring binder covers with  doodles and bubble letters in sixth grade. One of my very favorite  notebooks was multicolored paisley. Maybe that is why I still love  paisley designs.
  • I  have a certain soft blanket that I must sleep with each night. It was a  gift from a friend shortly after Noah died and it has become my lovie. I  didn't have a lovie blanket as a child but I did have a stuff elephant  ... which my mother threw away when I wasn't home because the trunk had  lost all of its fluff.4

Your list of mini-stories ( many stories!) can also be used as creative prompts for future journaling and projectsNoticing happens in layers.simply sit at the end of a day and chase your memories wherever they may lead, linking one to anotherWhat is your favorite childhood memory?What is your earliest memory?

Take this as deeply as you want.
As your life will allow. 

 

the past becomes a texture. ambience to our present. - paul scott

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