Futures

Moon & Clouds, Rachub

    I've spent a lot of these posts reflecting on the past and I suppose from the viewpoint of a sixty-five-year-old it would seem apposite: and true, I relish the re-awakening of dormant memories, quite often brought into focus in unexpected and unprompted moments. My Dad spoke of this re-emergence of his past as he got older - a simple fact of ageing I think we would do well to mark and take advantage of.
    This little blog was a quite deliberate attempt to mark another point of transition from one life into another and also to attempt a discipline my Dad was denied and that I denied myself until now: to write some of this stuff down.
    Having been fortunate enough to have had several, quite distinct lives over the last fifty years, I've always internalised each episode as such and when one reaches the end of its natural course, I move on. I suppose, a bit Zen. There is a thread which connects each to the next and to the last, but it's the moving between that is life itself. And so to the next. Whatever it brings and for however long it lasts - dust, after all beckons - I'll roll with it. Maybe I might just document this one a little better.