I think today was a window into my past. ( if days can be windows) Becca came over. We went to the park and swung. then we came home, played with sidewalk chalk, and climbed trees.
For a moment, it was my childhood. as I traced my led onto my driveway, and the sound of Becca laughing with piano music coming from in side...
I can't really find words for today. So instead hear is a poem. by Rilke. He is my favorite without a doubt.
Childhood
It would be good to give much thought, before you try to find words for something so lost,for those long childhood afternoons you knew that vanished so completely -and why?
We're still reminded-: sometimes by a rain,but we can no longer say what it means;life was never again so filled with meeting,with reunion and with passing
on as back then, when nothing happened to us except what happens to things and creatures:we lived their world as something human,and became filled to the brim with figures.And became as lonely as a Shepherd
and as overburdened by vast distances,and summoned and stirred as from far away,and slowly, like a long new thread,introduced into that picture-sequence where now having to go on bewilders us. Rainer Maria Rilke
I've had those moments. But probably only twice.
ReplyDeleteAnd neither time took me to so happy a time as childhood.
I had one moment as I was walking down the stairs to the courtyard at school, early in the morning, where my mind was literally taken back to eighth grade. For a few seconds I was that old Marcy. I was looking forward to bible with Mr. Kuntz, and getting out of school to go call Jesse. To me it felt longer than a few seconds, but as soon as I turned the corner and started walking for the door, the whole "window" thing was gone.
That one was recent.
Every time I hear Patsy Cline, I always think of my childhood.
There are so many sweet sweet memories that I miss.
Do you think you could post that Pooh Bear quote? Or something about it?
ReplyDeleteBecause I really like it.
I'm sure I will at some point.
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