Memory enhanced.
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As I remember we fitted together like a key in a lock. Until the way-would gypsy in me broke the lock that held us together. I was not ready to nest, I wanted to spread my wings and fly. Like the wild goose Frankie Lain sang about, in the 50s. But it was Judith Durham’s The Carnival is over that was haunting me in the 60s those harbour lights had mesmerised me.
We like to think we are wild geese.
Life is a puzzle, full of ironies, and words are an imperfect medium to explain it. To allowed the monkey in our mind to wilfully swing from thought to thought is not mindful. When one consciously lets the mind recall the past, or purposely plan for the future, it is alright. It is when we let our mind run on auto pilot and allow our subconscious to take the wheel we are in danger of losing control.
Who wants a better stove?
Hurrying to the future is prevalent in the technological world of today. Oblivious of our tasty breakfast we gulp our food to rush to a mundane job. Toiling for more than we need, desiring status symbols or devices we are told will save us time. Time cannot be saved; it is a passing thing that cannot be clung to. Aware, but not consciously aware and mindful, mindful is to be consciously aware, not running on auto pilot.
Full of youthful bounce.
Knowing I am dwelling in the past is not fretting or regretting, it is recalling those passionate hot to trot youthful days, when love was synonymous with romance, infatuation and conquest. It is good not to forget those days and criticise the youth of today. Our vocabulary has improved now we know the meaning of reciprocity. Aware that true love is giving more than taking. True love is one thing that the more you give the more you receive.
Will they fall…. in-love ?
Ignorant of the wisdom of the sages passed down through the ages. Back in my youth I had two gypsies in me, called curiosity and adventure, goading me on. The warm bed the tender caresses forfeited for faraway fields. There is no remorse, only a bitter sweet feeling of what might have been. I am sure I did the right thing; I needed to grow in understanding.
You see a lot when you travel.
Traveling alone in foreign lands is the best teacher one can ever have.
May be this is your Christmas wish.
In my memory she will remain a golden haired girl full of life. In reality I can imagine a grey and wrinkled woman. Our memory can span the ocean of time but an ocean of water has flown under the bridge since the 60s. Perhaps after a long tiresome journey she has gone home to rest. To be a billion dust-mites floating on the morning breeze to sparkle in the morning sun as new life.
A lovely person from the 60s.
Who knows?
I will end my love story here I have revealed enough. I have given you more than you realise, if not what you expected. Sorry if the ending was not a wonderful exciting climax. But this is not a TV romance made to make millions. It is just a story similar to many stories that leave us wondering.
This is the fruity ending, not as you pictured.
jacksjottings 
Some deep observations, a few memories and pics here, Jack. I like to wish you a joyous a week and another fulfilling year ahead. May life pamper you and yours with all that you can hope for…warm regards.
Nice of you visiting and commenting. I think most people associate songs with past experiences and memories are prompted. .
Raj your wish has been granted, thank you so much for that, life is pampering me and those close to me.
My wish for you is peace and contentment for you and your loved ones now and in the future._/\_
You’re funny, Jack. I don’t spend much time wondering what might have been, but thoughts do creep in from time to time. What if I had lived a ‘normal’ life? The true-blue husband, house full of love and longed-for children and Sunday rides … but no. My life took cues from my own restless nature, and led me onto thorny path after thorny path. I was hurt, betrayed, devastated – but never down for long. I got up, brushed off my bruised ego, and moved on. In the end, it was this crazy journey that made me into who I am today. No complaints, not many deductions, and so many questions. Keeps me engaged with the dance of life. Cheers, and good wishes for the new year!
I am funny in what way?
Strange, peculiar or weird or amusing, comical and humorous?
What is a ‘normal’ life Bella?
Life is full of curves, ups and downs always changing, that is life’s normal puzzling challenge .
That you are not complaining and are stepping out on life’s dance floor and engaging with life.
Is ‘normal’ for a winner and survivor.
Kind regards for a bright new year of peace and contentment. _/\_
Funny as in amusing, Jack. be well!
That’s the best kind of funny, enjoy your day. Aloha
You jot well, Jack. Lots of wise, thought-provoking words in this post. I don’t think it hurts to occasionally wonder what the other path might have lead to as long as you don’t get so caught up in it that you forget to live the path you did choose.
Exactly, Thanks for your comment.
It’s the story of a life well-lived, Jack, going forward with love in your heart. It’s a pleasure to know you and your lovely lady. 🙂
Thanks Jo The feeling is mutual.
You are conducting your life review Jack. It sounds full of the things of life, love and regret.
Correct Cindy, when some button push cow boy plays that love song and here I am just missing her again.
Music always make me recall those good times we never wanted to end.
Some times a person impresses me so much the song becomes theirs.
When I hear some songs I am full of exuberance, other times it can be a whole mixture of emotions.
The Carnival is Over is her song and it is a bitter sweet emotion and yet she never liked it she knew one day I would go. The sad part is you can not have your cake and eat it too, we enjoyed it while it lasted and I have no regrets about that.
Look at all I received for going with the flow, just hope it turned out ok for everyone I shared songs with. Is that regret, remorse or repentance for being selfish.