Recycling Life Truths

Browsing through my own writing in a slightly grouchy mood, I found the following and had to re-post it.

"Friday, September 2, 2011
A Season of Change
It's September, that time of the year again. Time for things to change. Why September you may ask; it may not be so; yet I have seen year after year as July eases past, and August starts marching in... the colors start changing, the colors of life. Soon September is twirling around things with gaiety as I attempt to dance to it's tunes."

So true for this year as well, the changes knocking on my door this year are going way beyond house hunting worries. As usual I shall quote the poem which gave me heart at a tough time last year.

"Memory is a tenuous thing. . . .

flickering glimpses, blue

and white, like ancient,

decomposing 16mm film.

Happiness escapes

me there, where faces

are vague and yesterday

seems to come tied

up in ribbons of pain.

Happiness? I look for it instead

in today, where memory

is something I can still

touch, still rely on.

I find it in the smiles

of new friends, the hope

blossoming inside.

My happiest memories

have no place in the

past; they are those

I have yet to create."— Ellen Hopkins"