Sunday, June 08, 2008

Beyond my door.....

on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Sitting in my new red deck chair, taking in pieces of my daily life, and havintg a 'think'. Most parts of my little kingdom are pleasant, this is no exception. It is, after all, whatever I make of it.
 Ebby, my ever ready companion asserts herself on bird patrol. If we had squirrels, she'd be chattering at them as she does when they are on the tv screen...LOL
 Looking west from the side yard, the storms of this morning appear to be returning with more rain. But a nice rural setting all the same *VBS*
 And the panarama view, the twinhomes across the street, proclaiming "progress" is all around us. But if you listen carefully when the wind is from the northwest, you can still hear the lowing of the cows at pasture, and the faint tinkle of the cow bells as they trudge home for the evening milking. I hear that as plainly as I hear the ringing of the old school bell in the belfry, or the long low whistle of the midnight train as it passes through town. Not this town, but one to the east, and years ago.
And that is what the 'think' has been about today...long thoughts about memory. Not specifically 'memories', but memory itself. If we are born healthy, with normal human circumstances, it comes built in. I can't speak for those who have special circumstances. I can speak for no one but myself here. I wonder where the memory begins? With birth? Before?
We express hunger and get fed, and remember. We are uncomfortable or frightened and express that through crying, and get comforted, and remember. And repeat what got us what we needed.
Memory seem to grow as we do, building on that early foundation, the brain becoming more and more complex, capable of more and more.
We seem to be 'built' to remember, to be able to learn and remember what we learned and apply it to future learning. Remembering pleasure, remembering pain. And in human fashion we keep everything, even what we no longer need or want. It would be nice to be able to "dust bust" out stuff we no longer want or need. Age accomplishes some of that, but much remains, laid aside like outgrown garments. And then we come across it again, and remember anew. Not always happily.
I watched a new(or newer)made for tv movie last evening on Hallmark channel, "A Valley of Light", and it was excellent. It was set at the end of WW2, an excellent cast and a touching story of returning home(supposedly)and finding everything you remembered changed or gone. And moving on, to find another place "to be". Painful to be the viewer and watch from the very safe distance of my front room. And what occurred to me, as he found the "valley of light", was why don't we "sieze" the moment, take in the beauty, the solitude, the quiet gentle nature of a "place" and be content. What I realized is that everything is(or can be)colored by that good old friend of ours, memory. Or maybe more specifically, memories.The demons who drove him to 'search', came along with him.
And I thought, "if that's the case, why not apply this new realization to the shadows that crowd out the beauty, tranquility and peace of my little kingdom?? A good question to think about.
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10 comments:

Quilt Memories said...

Lots of questions to think about...Makes me think of years and people gone, lots of memories.
Bobbin

Amelia said...

So enjoyed your commentary on these memories...

amelia

Marcie said...

Hi Finn, glad to hear that you are riding out the storms! The midwest has really been getting nailed.

cher said...

good food for thought Finn..I feel the same-I can remember the good times or I can remember the sad times-it is always my choice. I chose to make this moment the best and focus more on that.

meggie said...

A very thoughtful post. Just the sort of thing I ponder!
I am beginning a version of your 'kitchen sink'... well, it may become my own, but it seems like such a great way to use my many scraps. When I get progress, I will post pics.

KarenC. said...

Strive to "live in the moment" -- treasure the memories, but realize that each moment is an opportunity to create a new memory. Go out and do something memorable -- like make a quilt!

Katie said...

Sorry I missed that movie. I'll watch for it next time around. We all have baggage and it is sometimes very obvious. Why is it we can see it in others but it is harder to see in ourself? Its that old thing about after living with something for a while, we don't notice it any more. Porches and decks are so nice for thinking and remembering. Sure enjoy seeing Ebbie outside. And thanks for the windy rainy weather you sent over to MI. "S"

Granny Lyn said...

Yes, we are "built" to hold memories, and it is a shame we don't have a colander in there, to keep the good stuff and let the "dirt" rinse off our greens...

I have always said that I was "blessed" with a bad memory, and it is so true.

Vicky said...

What a wonderful blog today, Finn!

Stacy said...

Finn, such a thought provoking post. I think about things like this a lot. How even with time and healing, the memories still exist and we still respond accordingly. I followed you here from Libby's site and am so glad I did. I love hearing about your little corner of Wis. I have a soft spot in my heart for Wis. and you have helped bring those good feelings to the surface. Hope the rain cools down soon. Love Stacy