Snow is a gentle ice, a pretty cold. Sound softens when it snows; the world becomes hushed and veiled.
It snowed all through the night. Attila and I slept deeply. This morning it is snowing still. The plough has passed by, tossing the white blanket aside, clearing a path for the comings and goings of those in need of travel.
We were delighted by a whirlwind visit on the weekend last. Terra and Lares braved the roads and the long drive to arrive here for supper on Saturday night. They had a small difficulty with their vehicle, which Lares and Attila put to rights on Sunday morning, giving Terra and I a chance to spend time together and to talk.
During the years I raised my girls on my own there were many powerful and unhealthy forces interfering with our lives. We handled these as best we could, in our own unique and individual ways. The power of those forces diminished as the children reached the age of majority and were no longer subject to “due course” and its subsequent insanity. Terra has successfully tackled many of the issues associated with those difficult times, and we had a chance to share our different perspectives about events that are gone, cannot be changed, and must be placed into their rightful page in the mutually written book of the past.
Terra and Lares brought along a board game, which we played for hours. I have always enjoyed board games; they are such a wonderful way to share laughter and spend time with people. My grandparents taught their grandchildren to play cards from an early age. We played games like cribbage and euchre almost every evening. There was no radio, no television, only the ticking clock and human contact. Sitting around the table with Attila, Terra and Lares brought the happy past into the present.
The quotations that I include in this journal serve many purposes. Quotations provide me with continuity, linking my experience to that of others who lived in different times and places. Quotations assist me in rounding out the concept and/or feeling I am writing about, coming at the subject from different perspectives, allowing knowledge to cross the barriers of immediate context. Quotations allow me a sense of community, albeit a community that exists only in my imagination and heart. Quotations allow me a sense of one-on-one connection with others who have faced an open page, pen in hand, to conquer the silence created by human cultures since the written word of history began. This describes what I think I am doing when I include a quotation with my journal entry.
There is another very personal reason I include the words of others with my journal entries. Quotations are an ongoing and silent affirmation of the life of a dear friend, who has passed away. This gentleman possessed the curse and the blessing of a true photographic memory. When moved by intense emotion and passion his mind would automatically grasp the beautiful words of some long dead philosopher or poet. His own words could never form before these songs from the souls of the poets entered his head and took his voice. He was ridiculed by some for his lack of self expression. His heart, not the word, was what I heard when he spoke and I miss his voice.
He always called Terra… Tigger.
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Me & My Girls
"All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them."
Italian astronomer & physicist (1564 - 1642)
"Never forget that life can only be nobly inspired and rightly lived if you take it bravely and gallantly, as a splendid adventure in which you are setting out into an unknown country, to meet many a joy, to find many a comrade, to win and lose many a battle."
Annie Besant (1847-1933) Socialist, Feminist & Theosophist
"Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement."
Foster C. McClellan
"Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened."
Sir Winston Churchill
British politician (1874 - 1965)
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