Hi friend,
Hope all is well on your end, and the heat isn’t causing you to go limp as soon as you venture outside (unless you’re in Australia, obviously).
Dave, I’ve been thinking about your post paying homage to Cormac McCarthy and listening to Joni Mitchell’s Circle Game. “Incongruent!”, you may say? Well yes, yes it is.
You quoted McCarthy in your post (davidkanigan.com) – “yesterday is all that counts”… he continued to opine that any other period of time is unknown until it happens. Um, ok…but no.
I’m not nearly as literate as McCarthy, but this has been rolling around in the pinball game that is my mind. I understand his perspective, although in my mind it gives all the heft to history. Personal history is at best a distillation of what we remember. Facts are self-edited for many reasons; one can’t revisit yesterday without the context of today.
Our family recently took a trip to Italy – a bucket list experience for sure. Whether determining which city makes the best gelato (per my granddaughters it’s Rome), making masks in Venice, or marveling at the Ufizzi, any and all iterations of being together was the greatest delight of all. I hold many precious moments in my mind, recognizing that they will become burnished with time. My memory will shape these moments as a potter smooths clay. Polished in the present. Shaped and defined in the now. “And the seasons, they go round and round…we’re captive on the carousel of time”…
The older I get, the more emphasis I place on right now. I hesitate to look ahead and I can’t get stuck in the past. Both are subject to the vagaries of personal perception. I need to focus on this moment, this precious moment, before it’s gone.
Next music prompt? The Talking Heads “Once In A Lifetime”…For now though, this moment, I’m sending much love your way – as always, m
Waiting for the Karma Truck 