Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
—Simon and Garfunkel
Monday, November 7, 2011
Time it was
Had a dental extraction this morning, way in the back where no one can see. Now I'm under the covers and I can't get warm. My teeth are chattering. The girl just brought me soup and the man brought home painkillers and creamy yogurt and cooked me soft pasta. Now I am warmer. Now I am listening to Simon and Garfunkel, I saw them years and years ago in Central Park, when they were young and I was young, and I am crying a very good cry. Here are some light paintings by my daughter, taken with the Hipstamatic app that is our new diversion. That's my mom at the age my daughter is now in the second picture. The colors and texture remind me of those long ago photos. My daughter and I were wondering: Why do we crave the impressionistic in photographs? Maybe it's the way they mimic our memories.
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Rest. Stay warm. Cry. It is the simple things in life. And I hope you feel better lickety-split!
ReplyDeletePlease take good care, dear one. You have so much to release right now. Let it happen as it does.
ReplyDeleteLove you.
I echo Birdie's comments. And feel lucky that you were able to see S&G in Central Park. I was so envious of everyone in the crowd when I heard the broadcast of that concert!
ReplyDeleteYou poor thing. I am so glad you have a girl and a man to watch over you and make sure you are taken care of.
ReplyDeleteWhat could be more comforting than Simon and Garfunkel and Hipstamatic?
Take it easy until you are completely well, Angella.
love to you, my friend. sometimes the body knows what the mind can't quite accept: we need to lie down and put our feet up--metaphorically & literally.
ReplyDeletegorgeous pix, arent they? the new toys are so much fun!
so gorgeous, all of this and sad and perfect, just the way I feel too. stay warm and loved. you are.
ReplyDeleteYour mother's face your daughter's face and yours. Such a strong likeness. I envy that fierce. Preserve your memories / they're all that's left you.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to be here.
love,
Rebecca
Get better soon! And how funny, I went to Simon and Garfunkel in Central Park when I was 17 and an AFS student in new Canaan CT. (so, so many years ago)Love that photo of your mother...
ReplyDeleteBirdie, yes, crying can be supremely simple and healing. thank you.
ReplyDeleteDebra, we hold so much in our muscles, so much of it unconscious, too. hugs to you, dear one.
Steve, that S&G concert was one of those charmed evenings when you looked around yourself and knew this was highlight moment.
ellen, i felt completely knocked down, but i am on the mend now. thank you, friend.
susan, the body laid me down all right. two full days. i needed it. glad your poetry reading went well!
deirdre, sad and perfect. sometimes sad is perfect, if we just let it be. you're so wise. and so loved.
Rebecca, i love their faces and their fierce, too. and i know that last part of the stanza, they're all that's left you, but i left it off, because i am resisting knowing that in fact they're all that's left me. whether or not that is wise--the resistance, i mean. i am glad you are here. always.
ABL, i think it was the same concert! had to be, right?