Sunday, June 14, 2009

Impermanence: Proof Positive

One of my yoga teachers asked us what happened to the images our eyes take in - where do they go?  How real can what we see be if we can't really say what happens to those images.  One of my fellow teacher trainees had his existential crisis right on the spot.

But it is a question I think about, especially when I think about how we hold our past in us.   Where exactly is it?  And if we can't say where or even what it is, why is it so powerful?  What are we holding on to, exactly?

I thought about this when one of my best friends from high school whom I have just recently re-connected with via facebook (see, it does have some redeeming qualities) sent me this photo c. 1986.


So young, so chubby-cheeked!  But long gone.

7 comments:

island sweet said...

but look at what you're wearing. where you're standing. that could be you. here. now.

Robyn said...

Ha ha! That thought was not lost on me!

The sweater was knit by my mom for my dad in the 1950s. Talk about impermanence....I wonder what happened to that sweater.

LICraftgal said...

It is said, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I have found this to be very true as I get older.

grrl+dog said...

Thanks for that gentle reminder.. my father in law passed away a few days ago, peacefully and timely.

Robyn said...

so sorry about your loss, denise...

Patti Blaine said...

But it's so you! :) Beautiful photo, Robyn. Beautiful you!

Patty said...

Not long gone. She's just all grown up . . . and fabulous!