“We remembered our living days wrong.”
“Time moves in one direction, memory in another.”
Memory is a tricky thing. Ask two people about the same event, and you may end up thinking they were on different planets at the time. And it’s so easy to get caught in the past, replaying events over and over.
with remembered color
yet almost like that smile
Reading Annie Dillard (“The Abundance”–highly recommended) reminds me about the importance of paying attention to each present moment. The past, like the future, is always incomplete.
As is my stitched drip painting. I’m still in the middle or maybe only at the beginning. I’ll keep stitching until it feels like it’s time to stop I guess.
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