9 Oct 2017 – drawing I did today…The Amnesiac’s. I was thinking about how it seems like we keep forgetting things that are important.
Hello to you. It’s Monday evening as I start to write to you. How was the day you just lived today? How are you doing in this moment? What is everything in your “now?” For me it’s drinking coffee that is a tad bitter but I’ll keep drinking it because I don’t want to waste it. Link and Spot are on edge because I was just outside and rang the doorbell like an asshole after walking Kyle out and looking for gecko’s….only found one. Ever since we put up the new siding…less gecko’s. May is meowling again about who knows what and it drives me crazy….sounds like a baby crying. Almost impossible for me to ignore her even if I try. I am in no physical pain, comfortable temperature and there is an annoying smudge on my glasses again. I hear the random pinging of raindrops on our metal siding which is a good thing. I’m grateful for this moment I am in and grateful to have this cyber place in which to express my random “stuff.” I’m grateful for whoever you are reading this, for your taking a moment from your busy world to visit me.
I have some quiet time to myself so this is going to be long lol. I’ve finally resolved to myself that brevity is never going to be my thing lol! If you don’t have time right now, please come back when you can. There is something for you here.
Yeah…..so I wrote this little poem today. It’s not positive, complicated or even very eloquent….just one of those poems that started to come in while I was doing something else and I jotted it down. Then I saw on the news later that California is burning even more so than normal…..sigh. (http://www.cnn.com/2017/10/09/us/california-fires/index.html – Fast-moving wildfires kill 10, spur evacuations in Northern California By Ralph Ellis, Joe Sterling, Paul P. Murphy and Eliott C. McLaughlin, CNN Updated 7:48 PM ET, Mon October 9, 2017)
9 Oct 2017 – Jackie Wygant poem
I hate you
You hate me
I hate me
So it goes
Through our family tree
Barren seed in fallow soil
Of blood, sweat and toil
Where is the love we once knew?
Is it only ember and ash now
Against the darkening red, white and blue?
It’s weird sometimes the random things that I will pick up and they end up in poems, writings and my art. Guess that’s the way it’s always worked for me.
Today I found something out about myself. It’s now not an easy thing for me to look at pictures from the past….just as bad as reading my old journals.
Kyle was sleeping and the internet was off so I decided to take a trip down memory lane and look at some old photos from 2009 when we still lived in Newark DE and some since we’ve been here. This turned me into a mass of sobbing wet tears. What happened that really set me off was I saw video I had taken of our kitty Amber when she was still here and our Spot during one of the visits from the squirrel. The furniture in our house was different. We still had the pergola which the squirrel has sorely missed since its removal. We still had our old back fence! In just a short little video I saw how much time had gone by and all that was changed….missing.
Part of my current resentment at our remaining cat May is May has never loved me like Amber did and she’s still alive and Amber isn’t! It’s so hard for me to get over that! Amber was the kind of cat that was more like a dog than a cat in her personality and behavior. She got that way after we got our cocker spaniel Sam. She was smart enough to figure out that if she was going to get any time with me she had to become more like a dog. So she did! Amber was a big part of my heart. I used to hold her when she’d come visit me on the toilet and just hold her and start crying I loved her so much.
Yeah…..but I think Amber has found her ways, through perhaps the ashes we spread about the yard, to find her way back to me. Whether it be a positive or negative insect interaction…..sometimes it seems very personal lol. Like a fragment of Amber making herself known to me whether it be a fire ant bite or a butterfly randomly flittering through my hair. Amber isn’t the Amber I knew….she’s much more and that comforts me some. It’s just when I go back looking for what she was and isn’t anymore that hurts so bad.
What happened to me today reminds me that we must be careful going back for what we have lost. We can be reminded how much it hurts that we can never get any of it back. Even if we can get something back from our past, it can never be exactly as it was. Kind of like it was for me after joining the military and going home to visit. I wasn’t the same person even if the people and places I left behind were much the same. Going backwards on anything can sometimes open wounds that had finally closed. I am reminded of this today. Sometimes I go back to things better left in the past.
I don’t want to forget the past ever happened. I don’t want to forget the people, animals, places and things that made me the me I am now. I just really had it hit me today looking at those old pictures and videos that I don’t want to emotionally torture myself in my present with facts and parts of history that are fixed….set….unchangeable.
There will never be another cat exactly like Amber in my life. There will never be the exact version of any other person, animal, place or thing that I loved after they have left this physical world or been destroyed. For as long as I live and can retain my memory, they will exist in my mind, heart and even my soul. Even fragments of their existence, rejoined with the energy God of my understanding, will remain in the air, the water, the food, my sleeping and waking world …but they will never be them again. They are part of my past and I cannot get them back again!
This was taken during a visit to the San Francisco CA Zoo in *cough* Nov 1987! The note on the wall behind me, “This bench is reserved for primates only” is appropriate lol!
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/William_Beebe – the first time I saw this was when I visited the San Francisco Zoo:
The beauty and genius of a work of art may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished harmony may yet again inspire the composer; but when the last individual of a race of living beings breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again.
I feel like my little blurp here could be a bit of a cautionary tale of the direction I see us going in this country….in this world. I see a fading mass of people trying to take those newer on the scene kicking and screaming back to the caves by the hair without Wi-Fi. Why? I think, speaking as someone who can be averse to change, because it’s comfortable, it’s safe, it’s familiar, it makes them feel like they have control over something and it means not having to change. This world is changing so fast!
This is an ironic observation as I live in a world of people who seem to thrive on change and new external stimulation! Kyle and I notice this especially with video games and how the industry seems to have such a hard time “feeding” gamers with new content. As soon as new content is released, people eat through it like a bag of chocolate and get pissed and act like addicts going through withdrawal waiting for their next “hit.”
We want change but we want to control the how, where, when, why and what of it happening. For many, and this is the case for myself, not having any sort of input or control over changes like those coming from our government, that affect me and those I love, has left me feeling quite powerless and angry.
I cannot really get to mad at my parents, teachers and other role models in my life for all the dirty secrets I’ve found out about my country and the world since my growing up years. I’m finding out from personal experience that history is a contextual thing. It’s also a matter of perception…your experiences, your background, your family, your education shape your perception of the world and how you live in it.
Depending on where you are in time and what you know at that time, determines how you live in that segment of history. What was acceptable behavior for white people in the context of history going on during the time of slavery isn’t what should be going on in our current times in the context of modern history….why? Because we know better! My parents and all the teachers through my life probably didn’t know or realize half the things that have come to light in our current times. Now we do know what was and is still yet going on. Are we as a world going to just keep revisiting and repeating the past or finally let go, let God and move the fuck on?!!
I think we have a lot of people in this world who feel powerless in our times. So they are clinging on to whatever they can to give them some sense of stability…certainty. Many are choosing to hold on to history, be it positive or negative, to have some sort of certainty, identity, purpose and meaning . I am living in a country that makes it seem like you have to go on America’s Got Talent or something to be worth a shit…to have value. If you have ever watched that show, you have seen the lengths people will go to be worth something. They will nearly kill themselves! It feels like you have to “be something, someone or connected to something or someone” in order to have any sort of self-esteem.
People are still not being taught how to light their own fire inside. They are still being taught in every conceivable way that they must seek their value and worth outside of themselves – other people, places and especially things. It’s a lie perpetuated all the way back to the first real fire I think!
Kyle and I watched this tonight and I thought John did a really good job on this very sensitive subject in our country – confederate monuments. I didn’t know that a large majority of monuments in our country that depict Confederate themes were erected decades after the Civil War was over, meant to be the middle finger of sorts towards minorities and many were dedicated by members of the KKK! I think these statues should be put preserved, as John suggests here. I think they should definitely be put in museums with background information and historical context provided. I think destroying the statues would be not much better than what everyone has gotten upset about ISIS doing. It isn’t a good idea to erase history…especially history we really shouldn’t repeat! I feel like people should be able to choose to go to a museum and view them versus not having a choice about being subjected to them in sometimes unavoidable public places.
Confederacy: Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (HBO)
We can only go forward and through….that’s the only way to survive the callous master that is Time.