Cobble Stone Path
Ideas and memories float out of somewhere like bubbles that a child tries to catch in the palm of her hand before they escape, before they disappear. Are the original thoughts that flitter in and out as important as what is expressed? Is what I’m obsessed with ultimately going to reach the page until I’ve gotten it out of my system? Isn’t it all important? If I write about the sparrows and the squirrels today, will it feel and look different than tomorrow, or the next day, or a year from now? And how will I know if I don’t write it down—if I don’t look back? Will my mood color the tone, the experience, the way I perceive?
Today, I think of how life is like a cobble stone path with all sots of shapes, sizes, textures—not so much like a ladder—similar qualities, but more amorphous, more grainy—unpredictable. A path with big stones, small stones, broken stones—with many directions and nooks and crannies scattered with weeds and wildflowers.
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About Rebbecca
I love to write, to express, to explore. Mostly I journal; and if something moves me, I try to capture it in a poem. I live in the East Bay; enjoy reading, writing, cooking; being in nature; walking; and riding my bike.
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Rebbecca’s Favorite Books
Demian, Siddhartha, The death of Ivan Ilyich, Barrabbas, Being Peace, Writing Down the Bones
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How perfectly lovely!
How perfectly lovely!
The conception
When I read your beautiful poetical expression, Rebecca, I went back to fetch a small piece that I had written some time ago, just sharing it with you. I liked your cobbled pathway and the childhood plays. Impregnated with a virgin thought I had begun writing. The thought formed the head first then the obscure limbs over the months, when ever I could feed it with time and thought. The manuscript done I felt at last I have conceived well. Recently I took out the manuscript for a quick scan. Omigosh! What do I see? It’s just a skeleton of my darling baby. Now once again going through the conception, feeding it with flesh and blood to its characters, I feel like a new mother feeling her baby in her womb. Conception my dear has its pains and pleasures, awaits eagerly a safe delivery. No matter what I do, where I am, my darling baby’s thoughts grows within me, making me restless, I am compelled to come back to the desk and pen down the haunting thoughts. Once done I leave it alone only to return again…..like a new mother checking the pram, time and again.
Thank you for the feedback,
Thank you for the feedback, Mares!
Thank you Sumi for sharing your beautiful words! Yes, conception, the art of creation does have its pains and pleasures. So many limbs we must all have hidden in note books waiting to be rediscovered and still many more fragments within ourselves, reclaiming a piece of ourselves and making it whole. Yes, no matter where we are, there we are, and our haunting thoughts tugging to be let out!
p.s. Sumi, I truly feel like I’ve known you in another life. I sense a vibration that I recognize. Sometimes accidents; sometimes we land where we sense that little bit of something familiar…
Nothing is impossible
Rebecca, May be we have known each other way back in time. I have felt the same thing with a person in Egypt over a chat. We had not even seen each others pictures, yet the diction, the presentation, the thought process, the analysis, the conclusions, everything so very familiar, that my first telepathy happened with him, that continued for over half an hour, non stop. I read out his life without seeing him. And he was amazed, over the months the friendship bloomed, but we still feel we have known each other for no reason.
Do you believe in telepathy?
Btw, Rebecca I have not seen your picture. Can you put up one please.
Sumathi, I do not disbelieve
Sumathi, I do not disbelieve in telepathy, but I have not experienced it like you describe with your friend in Egypt. Sounds like a wonderful experience! I have experienced little instances here and there that reinforce how powerful the mind is and how interconnected we all are with all of life. I've also been quite amazed at what astrologers reinforced about me through reading my chart. I've had moments, feelings of deep understanding with certain individuals, just by looking in their eyes, but nothing quite like you describe. I've also had quite special moments with dogs while walking where it's as thought they've come out to speak to me. I sometimes feel like I can pick up people's energy--sense some aspect of it that allows me to adjust my boundaries. I believe in all possibilities in life.
I will post a picture in the picture gallery.
You simply speak my mind!
You simply speak my mind!