It is said that every time we revisit a memory we alter it based on the experiences of intervening days or years. I can see where that is true, and how even the slightest alteration will eventually transform a memory into something that bears little likeness to the original event. This is easily seen in childhood memories, where our minds processed information in a unique way. Though smells and scents will hold more constant, and take us back to a place in a second, accurate memory notwithstanding.
The holiday weekend is drawing to a close, most of us will return to our regular work week schedules in a day or so. For some the holiday stretch has been busy with family, for others with work, and some have had a quiet holiday. The moments that make up these days are unique, I prefer a more sedate way of celebrating, big crowds and lots of cooking aren’t my thing. I like to split my day up between a hike, some studio time, family time and a good meal. My friend likes a house bursting at the seams with 4 generations laughing and talking. Another makes a full turkey meal for just the 2 of them ensuring plenty of leftovers to enjoy. The common thread between all of those scenarios is that we each are fortunate enough to have enough, and can choose to celebrate in our own way. As we all know life is made up of moments; good, bad, funny, frightening, joyous and grief filled. Regardless, these moments come and go as they weave themself into our life. I hope all of you were able to have plenty of moments filled with laughter and joy this past week, and more will follow.
What do you have on repeat on your mental turntable? What pieces from you childhood and youth do you keep allowing to spin over and over? It can be very hard to separate this soundtrack from your daily playlist. After all you have been hearing it for years.
* rich people are crooked or they wouldn’t have wealth. *never leave a job even if it is a bad fit *good people are content with what they have. *wanting better is a sign of greed. *you will never amount to anything * you are just like so and so
The list goes on and on, is tailor made from our experiences, and can take years to breakaway from. It is always waiting in the background for the moment to drop the needle and start playing again. There are ways to break the replay, and maybe the whole record, but it can take hard work. It takes time to unlearn lessons you unconsciously took in during formative years. Some people find success through therapy, others through meditation. Self help books can be the route for others, exercise can work too. The biggest things seems to be knowing what is on repeat, breaking the flow of it and writing new lines. Much as Wierd Al Yankovic uses news lyrics set to familiar tunes.
This barn, like many others, holds a jumble of items. Cast offs, yet hung onto for some unmentioned reason. For some unknown season that has passed, yet may return should time not follow its linear path. Though we know it won’t, time doesn’t work that way. Yet the barn holds the items in direct contrast to that fact.
I do not know The Who, what, where, when, why or how of this old photo. I can make a broad guess at the era based on the outfits. But what is the story here? What occasion prompted the visit and the broad photo of the old house? And ultimately how did it end up left behind to become a mantle piece prop in an architectural salvage yard. Clearly the finder was loathe to toss it out as trash. I could make up more stories than time allows, weaving ideas and dialog, and still never get to the truth of the image.
Reflecting on summer days in the winter seems to always make the scene brighter and warmer than it might actually have been. Much as looking back at winter days seems to make the seem crisper and sharper. Memory is a funny thing that way, polishing some things and softening others, shifting things just a bit to fit where we are at so we can move forward.