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.
but look at what you're wearing. where you're standing. that could be you. here. now.
ReplyDeleteHa ha! That thought was not lost on me!
ReplyDeleteThe sweater was knit by my mom for my dad in the 1950s. Talk about impermanence....I wonder what happened to that sweater.
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.
ReplyDeleteThanks for that gentle reminder.. my father in law passed away a few days ago, peacefully and timely.
ReplyDeleteso sorry about your loss, denise...
ReplyDeleteBut it's so you! :) Beautiful photo, Robyn. Beautiful you!
ReplyDeleteNot long gone. She's just all grown up . . . and fabulous!
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