Moment of creation is Always ideation, progress, Succession of futures, Falling stars and heartbeats. By gain and retreat we Define time over real, unreal And climb what is revealed.
1977 … let's see, friend Geo. I was living in the monastery back then … hiding from my own family. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and $5 in my pocket. I was taught manners and discipline and received an excellent education for free. I left the monastery in 1982 after 9 years because I did not find god, and suspect I never will. But that's alright. I am forever thankful for that part of my journey. Love, cat.
Dear Cat, I'm reminded of a poem by John Masefield that I taught a dyslexic friend to read aloud in 4th grade --which he did in front of the whole class. He grew up to a life in the theatre. The poem is "Vagabond", and the line I love most is:"Dunno about God —He's jest the noddin' star Atop the windy hill." Our journeys are part of Nature, Cat, the language of the Universe.
Indeed, Tom. Nixon closed the war in Vietnam, Ford never abandoned compassion, Carter reestablished a humane economy and I smiled a lot. I learned positively/negatively from the 70's --as did we all.
It does have a spark to it, Rick, combining Ideas with the works that produces them. I've always liked it. In poetry, it's a bit awkward but useful because thought goes beyond single ideas --so the verb exceeds the noun.
Oh Arleen, you hit a soft spot. My favorite Western came 13 years later:"Quigley Down Under"--1990. Selleck's insistence on antique firearms and other properties pounded this film into the conscience of the modern age --a teachable film. And yes, I affirm your observations of time.
1977 was a defining year for me - I graduated from university, started a "real" job, and met my husband. It seems like both a long time ago and just yesterday. What a great picture of you, Geo.!
O_Jenny, I'm glad I chose that year --it sounds like a momentous one for you. I know that feeling of "long time ago and just yesterday". In '77, I had spent 10 years as a custom picture framer and art restorer and was sick of standing 10-16 hours a day and went outdoors to be a gardener. No regrets.
Hi Geo., I'm glad you became a gardener and that it was rewarding, but what other possibilities lured you? Your legal knowledge could have made an attorney of you. --Sven
Dear Sven, thanks for dropping by. There were many opportunities available in the '70s, and I did consider the Bar, but couldn't break the old habit of smiling while wiggling my black eyebrows and referring to the Police as "Los Federales".
Always in motion, ascending?
ReplyDeleteHopefully. Norma has brought out some photos from her archive and I've been having fun with them.
Delete1977 … let's see, friend Geo. I was living in the monastery back then … hiding from my own family. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and $5 in my pocket. I was taught manners and discipline and received an excellent education for free. I left the monastery in 1982 after 9 years because I did not find god, and suspect I never will. But that's alright. I am forever thankful for that part of my journey. Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteDear Cat, I'm reminded of a poem by John Masefield that I taught a dyslexic friend to read aloud in 4th grade --which he did in front of the whole class. He grew up to a life in the theatre. The poem is "Vagabond", and the line I love most is:"Dunno about God —He's jest the noddin' star Atop the windy hill." Our journeys are part of Nature, Cat, the language of the Universe.
DeleteThat 1977 smile has enough joy and hope in it to power lifetimes and dreams and climb many revelations.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, Tom. Nixon closed the war in Vietnam, Ford never abandoned compassion, Carter reestablished a humane economy and I smiled a lot. I learned positively/negatively from the 70's --as did we all.
DeleteIdeation is such a beautiful word both in sound and meaning.
ReplyDeleteIt does have a spark to it, Rick, combining Ideas with the works that produces them. I've always liked it. In poetry, it's a bit awkward but useful because thought goes beyond single ideas --so the verb exceeds the noun.
DeleteWhat a wonderful smile and a great 1977 Tom Selleck mustache.
ReplyDeleteWhat I know about time is that it goes by quickly, except when it doesn’t.
Oh Arleen, you hit a soft spot. My favorite Western came 13 years later:"Quigley Down Under"--1990. Selleck's insistence on antique firearms and other properties pounded this film into the conscience of the modern age --a teachable film. And yes, I affirm your observations of time.
Delete1977 was a defining year for me - I graduated from university, started a "real" job, and met my husband. It seems like both a long time ago and just yesterday. What a great picture of you, Geo.!
ReplyDeleteO_Jenny, I'm glad I chose that year --it sounds like a momentous one for you. I know that feeling of "long time ago and just yesterday". In '77, I had spent 10 years as a custom picture framer and art restorer and was sick of standing 10-16 hours a day and went outdoors to be a gardener. No regrets.
DeleteHi Geo., I'm glad you became a gardener and that it was rewarding, but what other possibilities lured you? Your legal knowledge could have made an attorney of you. --Sven
ReplyDeleteDear Sven, thanks for dropping by. There were many opportunities available in the '70s, and I did consider the Bar, but couldn't break the old habit of smiling while wiggling my black eyebrows and referring to the Police as "Los Federales".
DeleteThat picture takes me back:)
ReplyDeleteThe verse is wonderfully written. Kudos.
Most kind. Thanks, Sandra. The '70s were a busy time, but we still had fun. This year I shall be 70 and hope the fun has internalized.
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