Thursday, July 7, 2011

Forgetting to Remember

If the river had a choice, which way would it flow?
Up stream,
out to sea or…
to conscious eyes and thankful hearts
To the thirsty young woman who gulps with sensuous pleasure
Or to the overheated children who dream of their own summer pool
Or maybe to the farmer’s parched field—mouth open, arms outstretched—to weep the gift of rain.
But then, the river’s ache for the comfort of a human body, the warmth that comes with life, the desire to be felt and appreciated every night without fail—might it be a treasured water bed that lures it the most?

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If the wood-paneled library had a voice, what would it say?
Welcome back! Remember me? I’m where your imagination sprouted its wings!
Speak softly for my head is spinning with all the words floating around in here.
I’d much prefer you tear down the wood panels and replace them with your hand painted dreams.
And while you’re at it, could you take down the florescent light and hang a candle chandelier? Anything else, gives me and my books a headache.
Oh, and please plant the garden right here beside the puffy chair. That way more children will come to play.

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When we forget to remember that everything has consciousness, a blank canvas remains blank, a moonless night stops being seen, and flowers droop far too soon. But when we remember to remember, the tiles on the old kitchen floor make us giggle, sunshine licks our foreheads inviting us to join the day, and life suddenly remembers how to give us new joy.

18 comments:

  1. Oh Brynne, what I love the most about coming to visit you here in the virtual world is how you lift the day off my shoulders. It feels a little like home. I've come in from a painfully long couple of days and feel like my head is spinning. I've had such a week and suffered through a week of writer's doubt. My writer's soul bows to you and sends a virtual hug. Many thanks. Brenda

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  2. Wow! How little I pay attention, and how much richer it would be if I let THINGS come alive! Thanks for this wisdom, Brynne!

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  3. I love how you the view the world, Brynne. Your joy is palpable :)

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  4. Thanks for this Brynne. We often take all the objects in our life for granted! But maybe they have a life of their own...

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  5. Beautiful Brenda...I wish I could give you a great big squish to let you know you aren't alone, that its only as heavy as your mind lead you to believe...but not your heart. Your heart hears the voices of the sidewalk, the steering wheel, the elevator as it carries you up and up and up. And all of it loves you, cares about you, wants your heart to take the reins. Its all part of this grand universe of ours. I am soOo glad you share my joy here. Thank you for coming and for always sharing your heart and soul.

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  6. I am soOO glad you want to let things come alive, too, dear Betty! Suddenly life becomes sO much more filled with joy, with LIFE! And its infinitely more fun, too!:) SoOo happy to have you here!

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  7. Aw, Sam, thank you. SoOo good to find you here. I've missed you. I hope your heart is happy, beautiful soul:)

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  8. Muriel! I love it..a life of their own! YES! YaY! Doesn't it make it all soO much more fun?!

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  9. Lovely post as always, though I will have to speak up for flowers, Brynne. Flowers bloom, they just animate rather slowly. I love flowers, so I thought I'd better speak up for them. ;-)

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  10. Thanks for the smile, Linny....as always. And soOo right you are. That was a word that slipped by my last edit! Novelist you ARE! I think I shall get rid of it right now! Dont want to slight our dear flowers now, do we? Linny...my flower girl:) LOVE you!

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  11. Brynne, what a nice visual you offer! Got to say, I love thinking about the thoughts of a wood-paneled library. When we remember, life does bring us new joy! Thanks for the gentle nudge to be aware.

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  12. Glad you like the thought of listening to the wood paneled library, Annie! Me, too!:) Love having you here...always.

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  13. Brynne, thank you for reminding us of the power and importance of remembering. My nana used to tell me that memories, events and people only remained alive when they were remembered; that they ceased to exist when no one thought about them. It made sense then and it definitely makes sense now. I make it a point to remember good and bad times on a regular basis. The bad times serve to demonstrate how far I've come and the good times show how very lucky I am. Lovely post, friend!

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  14. Thanks for the visit, dear Bella. Always a pleasure to hear your little snippets here.:)

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  15. Love that... forgetting or remembering to remember
    :)

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  16. Your posts are so refreshing to me. To me they are like the water you just metioned.

    As to the wood panneled library... I always used to pretend the wood pannels were the inside of a hollowed out tree, in the grotto of a hidden forest. :)

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  17. thanks, Tracey. I smile whenever you visit.:)

    And Sara...your words mean so much. I LOVE how the library painted itself for your eyes. Now I'm gonna dream that all day! Yay!

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  18. WOW - sunshine licks our foreheads inviting us to join the day
    What an incredible line - I'll dream of this tonight dear Brynne. :)

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