Good Morning Digital Neighbors & Friends! Hey Friday Phamily & Refugees, Early Birds, Dawn Patrol, Day Walkers and Later Dayers, Conversants, Lurkers, Supporters, Members and Locals Curious Visitors! How about some thoughts from our friend John O'Donohue? A rather long passage from him and then a few thoughts from me. Happy Friday friends!
TRANSIENCE MAKES A GHOST OF EXPERIENCE
One of the loneliest aspects of time is transience. Time passes and takes everything away. This can be consoling when you are suffering and going through a lonely, searing time. It is encouraging to be able to say to yourself, This, too, will pass. But the opposite is also true when you are having a lovely time and are really happy; you are with the person you love, and life could not be better. On such a perfect evening or day, you secretly say to your heart, God I wish this could continue forever. But it cannot; this, too, comes to an end. Even Faust begged the moment to stay: “Verweile doch, Du bist so schon”—that is, “Linger awhile, for you are so beautiful.”
Transience is the force of time that makes a ghost of every experience. There was never a dawn, regardless how beautiful or promising, that did not grow into noontime. There was never a noon that did not fall into afternoon. There was never an afternoon that did not fade toward evening. There never was a day yet that did not get buried in the graveyard of the night. In this way transience makes a ghost out of everything that happens to us.
All of our time disappears on us. This is an incredible fact. You are so knitted into a day. You are within it; the day is as close as your skin. It is around your eyes; it is inside your mind. The day moves you, often it can weigh you down; or again it can raise you up. Yet the amazing fact is, this day vanishes. When you look behind you, you do not see your past standing there in a series of day shapes. You cannot wander back through the gallery of your past. Your days have disappeared silently and forever. Your future time has not arrived yet. The only ground of time is the present moment.
In our culture, we place a great and worthy emphasis on the importance and sacredness of experience. In other words, what you think, believe, or feel remains a fantasy if it does not actually become part of the fabric of your experience. Experience is the touchstone of verification, credibility, and deep intimacy. Yet the future of every experience is its disappearance. This raises a fascinating question: Is there a place where our vanished days secretly gather? As a medieval mystic asked, Where does the light go when the candle is blown out? I believe that there is a place where our vanished days secretly gather. The name of that place is memory.
Memory is one of the most beautiful realities of the soul. Since the body itself is so linked into the visual sense it often does not recognize memory as the place where the past is gathered. Anam Cara - John O'Donohue
When I entered grade school, I as slotted in the B class of students in the early 70's. Not the brightest kids and not among the slowest. I am not sure the tracks where a good or bad thing, but it was an attempt to teach so many of us and meet us were we were at in terms of capacity. I made a jump in 4th grade to spending part of my time with the A track students and switched groups in 5th grade.
It was a rather difficult transition, I was no longer with the classmates of the prior four years and no longer at the top of my class. Being in the middle of the bottom of the "smart" kids was difficult. I think one of the only things that helped me survive this fortunate misfortune was a good memory. Nature is a cruel thing, I had a developing good memory and a growing capacity for distraction. Remember that poor sap baker on Sesame Street who fell down the steps after announcing his creation, adventures in learning at times felt like that.
While memory made me an inconsistent student, alternatively it made me much better at remembering the things I enjoyed. Maybe it works that way for everyone, but it does make me wonder at how some people remember so little. It is a defect in attention or memory? I do know that as we age it seems to get harder to remember all of the jumbled mess of my memory. I am thankful memory still serves me well.
No barn today, but a fond memory from Sesame Street back when learning and integration into community was good thing.
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