It was a strange and eerie time. Difficult.
I don’t look back. I don’t like the times when we are compelled, at least by convention, to create our invisible boundaries: New Years…
There is nothing to see. Or Do. Just comparisons…This Old is too New.
I learn from the past, I do not ponder over it. I agree with the Old, only if they remind me of another age, glamorously twisted into different and fascinating faces.
Anything that is good comes from the past. Only that we didn’t have the right mirror to see it clearly.
In the New world I would like to have a rest.
“To Rest is to receive all aspects of the world without judgment”…Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient.
A bath in the sun, a trip into the winds, New stories to be told, New times to be spent, Old people to be loved, and I don’t get to ask “Why?”…
Questionless…by Henri Rousseau.