What if that's it? What we have to work with. And what it all becomes. If we keep going. Scraps of thoughts caught. Story. How with each passing moment we are patching a memory. Mending our backward vision the best we can. While we can. However we can. And each new moment we start over. Rebuilding. Trying to keep a sense of it as is if we can capture our forward vision, the future. Pretending that is even possible. I think our Dreams, Visions are based on Memories. There is no future or a Now we can hold long enough to know. I could play with an image like this forever. Because I have been around now for a while. Many, many Moons. And because memory is never perfect, it will always be new. I will temporarily remove all the posts here except this one. Tomorrow. I have added a posts categories list but it will suddenly become much smaller because I need to patch this place according to how I remember it might be. I will be here on Wednesdays I think. What if Wednesdays. It's enough and not too much. Yeah, I change my mind a lot. It helps me feel new. Even though my bones are old.
Yesterday's Moon has become a Memory
We all change- evolve over Time. I don’t think I would want to meet myself from other years and Times. But perhaps it would be a good thing? Less is More.
I do believe you are still you and I am still me. And we meet our old selves in each moment but the parts we see are the ones that became useful in the present. I think we mend our old selves in order to move forward.
old, new, moons and bones…what can i say?
that was about right
I’m more inclined to think no future, no past, only now. Past and future are merely dreams. Life is now. (We can’t do anything yesterday or tomorrow.) Life is change. But yeah, dreams, memories, visions are what we work with, how we make now, the scraps of what is now. The scraps are what is now.
If you are having an achy reaction to the 1st shot, beware the 2nd. I thought my achiness was just doing a little too much, but after the 2nd shot, it was more like having a 2 week flu crammed into less than 24 hours (painful, not achy) … And then I was, and remain, fine.
Is there a way to simply “import” Yesterday’s Blog to this one? I changed because my old one simply would not work, so I had nothing to import. But I remember seeing something about importing.
Yeah, most folks are inclined that way. But I think now is already past by the time it is realized. The past exists as experience. For me anyway.
I’m sure the 2nd shot will knock me over a bit.
I already built this site in an odd way, not intending to blog here. Importing is not possible now.
thinking out loud … what iffing about everything from cloth to blog and back again … I totally get it
long ago and far away, I had an assistant who pleaded, “Can we just go one week without you changing something … please?”
Sometimes I think it’s not the change that’s hard it’s fighting the need for it.
Well…a few thoughts. First, I often joke my knees are older than the rest of me, all the up and down off the floor with the little ones. Maybe your knees are older too? Second, I have a three hour a day rule for the garden. When I do more I regret it. Always. And…”enough but not too much,” that’s a dance I think. 🙂
So now I’ve been told it could be a temporary side effect of vaccination, since I already have the arthritis tendency.
And I do love to dance.
That’s interesting… My knees bother periodically and had been really good for awhile. Started being sore again a couple weeks ago. Hmm. Arthritis is a big issue in my family. One of my coworkers said that every bone she ever broke ( total of three) hurt after her second vaccine.
2nd on Saturday…
Well, I guess that’s today. I hope it goes well, and that you feel normal. (My husband and I had absolutely no side effects, so I guess we were lucky.)
yes, done about 5 hours ago, So far nuthin’ we’ll see. Glad to be done finally.
Good Morning Jude!
Im confused too, yesterdays blog? Knees that dont work? Posts removed and returned? Its that old feeling you get like when you were at school that “everyone knows whats going on except me”…
So I guess I will do what I do and collect the pieces and the scraps and the threads until it all becomes something…
Sorry…
Thank you Jude but the negative thoughts and insecurities are all mine.
Being here lovely… so much
Nah, we are all in it together.
Your bones are actually just about ten years old . they renew completely during ten years
Well then, they have a very poor memory.
I’m a little confused. What else is new?
Yeah, it’s probably me.
Thinning … so there’s room for whatever wants to come through, can find an opening, if there’s anything wanting to come through. Thin and flexible, thin and disappearing, thin and capable. Such a beautiful moon. This past super moon I named Squawking-Heard Mockingbird Moon … the mockingbirds fussing daily at the crows.
I think we should name the moons as they are and then as they are remembered.
I’m sorry your knees hurt.
My fault really. Pretending I’m 20 again.
thank u for protecting yesterday’s blog. shared memories. the winds of change in yesterday’s moon… folds of time, frayed strays of thread, transparent layers of thought… this cloth whispers so eloquently in your hands, jude. x
I am liking the word whisperer more and more.
and you can change your mind as many times as you like, it’s yours. That moon- fragile & strong, love the balance of that.
yes, what freedom we all hold.
This is absolutely captivating! You are a genius with scraps and a little thread and needle!
if you think about it we are all geniuses with a bit of this and that
As I get older, change gets harder, and yet–I crave something new, something different and exciting. (in a good way!!)
I used to rearrange all the furniture almost monthly in my 20s, and for years now, things have been “in place”…
In my mind, I keep returning to “maybe I should…”
Maybe today?
But, will I?
(can’t go outside–it’s been storming like heck since 1 a.m.! )
Change is to be flexible, —hard as one ages….
flexible, tell that to my knees.
Oooo…. the beauty of threadbare
the gaps become more important
And hopefully, not in memory, as I age… 😉
Worn and ragged cloth is so beautiful in your artistic hands. Kind of like how I feel when I brush my hair and put on a little makeup. Ha!
ha!
I will hopefully find you when you return to the other place…change is a constant, for sure. Where ever you go, I will follow. Your words are a bright light to my days.
oh I’m not going back, just reconfiguring so that yesterdays’ blog is useful and this one makes some sort of sense as a path.
blinking….ok….
blinking can work, I can’t even walk right now.
Sounds good! 💙🌚
good enough!
(((Jude))) your Yesterday’s Moon is such a beauty!
was, is, and ever shall be. this has fragmented into endless memories.
Life is change, and the only thing we can do is to go with it, and that’s what I have always appreciated in your blogging.
And small is beautiful.
going with it! yay!
Filling the gaps……but in the end ….will everything be well?
Trying to be positive ( sorry)
we can never know, best to become comfortable with whatever it becomes.
Change means one is alive.
it happens anyway. Nice to remain a part of it in some conscious way