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Memory enhanced.

Memory enhanced.

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SONGS HAVE MEMORIES.

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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.

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?

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.

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 ?

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.

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.

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.

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.

This is the fruity ending, not as you pictured.

 

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This is how I remember it.

This is how I remember it.

Memories of spilt coffee.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

It is no good crying over spilt coffee on a white tablecloth. It is bad enough staining the table-cloth without letting it spoil your day. Why worry if you can do something to fix it, there is no problem. If it cannot be fixed worry does no good. This is what you can do about the spilt coffee on the table-cloth; ASAP soak the table-cloth in cold water. Clinging to and fretting over little mishaps is a waste of time. Digging up past memories of misfortune is like exhuming a decomposing corpse; they are better left to rest in peace. Or as the case could be, rest in broken pieces. Nothing lasts forever all is subject to change both the good and the bad.  It is best not to completely forget those misadventures, just do not dwell on them. By not fully forgetting in the future you will spill less coffee.

Let us not forget.

Let us not forget.

I wonder who is kissing her now; I wonder who’s looking into her eyes, telling her lies, breathing sighs. There are those bitter-sweet memories. Let us not get too sentimental or maudlin, that was then, this is now.  By now she is way past those kinds of kisses and has far too many wrinkles to be taken in by blarney. I have never lied; though, I may have handled the truth a little carelessly and that is what spills coffee.

That what how it was, it has all changed.

That’s how it was, it has all changed.

That was yesterday’s bad news. This is the stop-press news, today’s news, and it is all good news. The good news you have been patiently waiting for. It does not matter what the headlines are, it is all good news, if we can accept work as a challenge, or a lesson, or a labour of love. AS when we are good to others we plant a seeds that will feed us in the future. To foster good fortune plant plenty of good seed and care for them with love. The love that does not leaves you wondering who is kissing her now, but the love that is only concerned about her welfare and happiness. Selfless love asks for nothing in return or it becomes a commercial deal.

Forget your age dance with the children.

Forget your age dance with the children.

 The PC or iPad are far better than TV, you have more interaction with them. Although they can also be miss used or over used. These are useful things to remember along with the good times. File the other negative memories in a folder with an obscure name so they are difficult to recall. Computer nerds will understand this. Other people who are occupied with something active and invigorating will have the heart pumping, the blood flowing and have no time for remorse. You can work off a lot of tension when you are engaged in physical activity.

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Actions are more effective than words. You can read a recipe-book full of culinary delights and remain hungry. It is the action when we bite into the food savouring the texture, tasting  and chewing it thoroughly extracting all essence, before letting it slip down the strawberry lane, that our hunger is appeased. It is no good giving words to the starving, or kind thoughts, even prays are useless.

Do all those TV ads satisfy our hunger, all they do is make us want more and feed our greed?

 Our world is being hijacked, taken over by commercialism and our mindless inactivity is letting it happen. Open your eyes and open a book and read for a change. You may like to read “Fast Food Nation.” By Eric Schlosser. It spills more than coffee, it spills the beans.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

Why were they the ‘good old days,’ when I could piss over the moon, (no prostrate problems) no TV, no financial worries? Most of us have fond memories of our childhood activity, think of the simple pleasures we had. Today children are being taken over by TV and molested by advertising. No need to completely give up the things we enjoy just be aware of what is beneficial. By mindlessly sitting and letting big corporate business dictate to us what we must have, makes people want what they don’t needed. You will not spill coffee if, you break the habit, drink a glass of clear water, to flush your system. The caffeine is just waste your system has to expel.

In fear of our fellow man we bread fear in our neighbours.

In fear of our fellow-man we breed fear in our neighbours.

Bad memories can be compensated by a bad memory. Memories are history and the winners record the history and the losers are left with regrets. When history is honestly looked at, were they discoverers or invaders, were they settlers or squatters; are they freedom fighters or vicious, greedy, guerrillas? They were the enemy, why are they now our friends?

If you want to see it from their point of view you have to change your position to see their view-point.

To stand in their position you will have a different perspective or your picture will be distorted. Was it necessary all the carnage, or was it only to promote business, producing bombs to blow up and destroy to create work to rebuild? We must remember, at the end of the day, at the going down of the sun, lest we forget and spill more coffee.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

 

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