History is a funny thing. Personal history. Mine, anyways.
I’m one who believes wholeheartedly that who you are in the present relies a great deal on what has gone past in your life. Your history. Your own personal timeline. Experiences, circumstances, people, places and things that have passed through your journey in life are part of what makes up the whole of the person. No matter how fleeting. No matter how great, or insignificant.
Tonight, a part of my past waltzed into my present — making me pause and think about it. It wasn’t even a waltz, really — it was more of a Fox Trot. A short one.
Trot in. Trot out.
Where there used to be Tango’s - - now there are Trots. That’s ok.
So much time has passed - - and the memories are still strong, and pleasant.
One Trot. A voice enters the mind.
Unforgettable, that.
I am well. I hope you are, too.
Sounds like one heck of a week! Glad to hear you got...
1:46 am on February 22nd, 2005
Good to see you are doing well. Now go eat something, drink some more coffee and take a nap. Now that the politics season is over you are working to much and not bloging enough. Stay well and successful.
7:57 am on February 22nd, 2005
Glad nobody got their toes stepped on while dancing, Lisa.
7:59 am on February 22nd, 2005
Good to hear you are doing well. Interesting post.
9:43 am on February 22nd, 2005
I can see I’m going to have to fill in the blanks myself. I’m going to assume an animal trainer from your past and a trained ferret, I think.
1:10 pm on February 22nd, 2005
I’ve always said that I’m not as weird as I seem, if you only know where I’ve been. I also think that generations before us are part of us. Our great-grandparents shaped our parents, who in turn shaped us.
Hmm. Fox trots, waltzes … yeah, I usually call them flashbacks. Maybe someday mine will be less traumatic.
Of course, I get flashes of the future, too. What do I know?
1:27 pm on February 22nd, 2005
I agree completely.
My past trots in occasionally.
10:56 am on February 23rd, 2005
Lisa,, my past trots into my past almost everyday in the form of one of my best friends,, it’s fun to go through the dance (we trot) and then go dance in my the present(now there,, we tango),, no toes ever get squished
10:57 am on February 23rd, 2005
that’s supposed to read “my past trots into the present”, see I was still caught up in the dance
2:15 pm on February 23rd, 2005
Ah, yes. I had a piece of my past trot back into my life for one single night. An old crush… Used to be that I couldn’t even form a complete sentence when he was around. But when I saw him a few weeks ago, I was the one in control. And it was nice.
12:36 pm on February 24th, 2005
My Daughter from my first marriage is visiting with me right now, she is about the age her mother was when I first met her, it is rather disconcerting.
2:44 am on February 25th, 2005
Well! That made my eyebrow shoot up.
I’m glad it was a nice moment of trotting for you.
12:21 pm on February 25th, 2005
Yea - the whole thing gave me the trots.
ha!