tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365260245927126723.post7801267027964063097..comments2023-06-10T10:16:12.652-04:00Comments on Ms Uncertainty Principles: NOW AND THEN AGAINMs.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479767121319709878noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365260245927126723.post-61481709679029758682012-07-18T01:02:31.486-04:002012-07-18T01:02:31.486-04:00My favorite stanza-
"We two as we are now,
w...My favorite stanza-<br /><br />"We two as we are now,<br />will sometime surely no more be.<br />Perhaps a fragrance lingers<br />for those whose hearts we touched.<br /><br />But when we share things here, they take on another life. So maybe it won't matter when we are gone, suddenly or slowly, while we are here, the things that matter to us are worthy of a place, worthy to be shared and cherished. Letting go is inevitable and will arrive in it's own good time.Ms.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09479767121319709878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365260245927126723.post-88758783605379712702012-07-18T00:32:41.596-04:002012-07-18T00:32:41.596-04:00Michelle~ I think so many at this past a certain a...Michelle~ I think so many at this past a certain age, age begin to contemplate these things as we begin to say goodbye to others and feel our own shifts in dreams, desires and health. I think a lot. A lot. And the truth of it is, even if you have offspring to pass on tangible, material belongings...many a time they too do not want, desire them as well. Where does it all end? I contemplate a beautiful photograph of the housekeeper who helped raise my mom. No one who knew her is left now. No one who heard the stories is left, except me it seems. Who will treasure the sweet memories my mom shared of how this much loved woman would wake her and her older sister on New Years Eve so they could ring in the new year with hot chocolate? For now I hold them close to my heart. For now it is me. Because in the end it is not just the 'stuff'- but the stories that went with it. As in all that comes to the present for you when you glance at 4 small photo booth images. No one could really hold that but you...and him when he was here. I have some treasured strips from the photo booth too. Priceless.<br />Thank you for this most thoughtful post.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17185798765137874091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365260245927126723.post-28222758392561749932012-07-17T20:57:31.936-04:002012-07-17T20:57:31.936-04:00still thinking. i have spent the last months with...still thinking. i have spent the last months with someone who has arrived at the point in her life where it all is changing. she for years has held close and put such value in her THINGS, her HOME. has expressed so forcefully her NEED to keep things just the way they are/were. NO CHANGE. but it has changed and really, seemingly very suddenly, all her things, her home, her past are flowing away from her body, her most specific<br />belonging. and soon, this too will be inconsequential. so i am watching. closely.grace Forrest~Maestashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15853978388902544613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365260245927126723.post-75016350311499652962012-07-17T19:48:15.335-04:002012-07-17T19:48:15.335-04:00i love the strip pics. they were always really, t...i love the strip pics. they were always really, the best. too bad it isn't possible that way anymore.<br />there was something about going into that booth....<br />i thought all day about your words here, feelings...wondering exactly what i DO think...grace Forrest~Maestashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15853978388902544613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365260245927126723.post-26286001442520116172012-07-17T09:54:33.510-04:002012-07-17T09:54:33.510-04:00I have very little in the way of tangibles ... mov...I have very little in the way of tangibles ... moving too many times when I was young I guess ... your post makes me think somehow of native cultures who are camera shy - not wanting a part of their spirit to be forever captured in the mystery of a photograph.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10818795902981871173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365260245927126723.post-3713077697023214082012-07-16T14:32:02.843-04:002012-07-16T14:32:02.843-04:00ah yes...memories. i hold on, hold on and graduall...ah yes...memories. i hold on, hold on and gradually let go of some of the paper. but some remains to view on occasion. i do not really care what happens to it when i am gone.deanna7treeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02707505639796548961noreply@blogger.com