Instant recall

I careered headlong into a memory. I was simply making my way and collided, completely unexpectedly, with the back of a solid something from my past. This was no brushing by. Rather, despite its lack of any movement, the object was effective in not letting me continue. I was forced to come to a halt – stopped, quite literally, in my tracks.

With the benefit of hindsight, I can see the memory had always been standing and waiting there, long before I’d come hurtling along. When I so inadvertently found it, I was out of my usual geographic location, not fully aware that this was a place I’d once been – not only just been but in which I’d spent quite some time.

The memory was dusty, having not had the attention it perhaps deserved. It certainly belonged to me but it was tentatively, nonetheless, that I moved to say hello and reacquaint. Once I did, once I extended that tendril of mind, the joy and delight, the glitter and brilliance of those days was real again. I was uplifted, made great.

I wallowed in the memory for a while, soaked up the place and dragged deeper reminiscences to the fore. It became clear, though, that no amount of floating would be enough and, in addition, that this was no more my reality any more than this distant place was my home. I had moved on. All the other cast members had progressed to greater and longer-lasting worlds. This memory was merely a glimpse of time through a half-opened door that had now blown closed, not punitively or for any reason other than simply growing up and apart, but closed.

It was a physical effort, extracting myself from the enveloping mass, but it was also somewhat of a relief to leave behind its intensity. Our waltz had left me in a position to continue my journey which I did, giving a grateful kiss on the cheek and a possible promise to not leave our next meeting for so long. As the distance between us was re-established and the currency of present life curled back around me, I carried the warmth of the memory’s heart that had fused with mine, just for a precious moment.

3 thoughts on “Instant recall

  1. Wow – an amazing piece of spot on, hit me in the heart felt relevance! Ever thanking-you for the elucidation.

    Tania, so very beautiful, I so, so concur
    So Kirsten, know the Tanijas feel the blur
    The rush and woosh,
    Push,
    Rise, fall and swoosh
    Of the instant recall
    Ball:

    Instant Recall

    A ball

    Hurled,
    unfurled,
    yet twirled to still know relevant pieces of the old world
    in a passing back and forth with warmth and charm
    to disarm
    the waltz,
    the schmaltz,
    the immensity
    of the attraction and intensity
    of the multifaceted reunion in brief,
    the relief
    of return to present
    not to resent
    paths not taken,
    but to feel their gift,
    as lift,
    a gravitational reminder
    of time as a binder
    of best inner world
    keeping furled
    unless hurled

    thrown
    for moments of new insights unknown
    in the when
    of back then

    TMB
    Dec 10th 2019

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