Just received this pic from dad, taking care of fall business at the commune.
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Showing posts with label commune. Show all posts
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
I should be working, but
I should be working but found a piece of my childhood. It's from the commune. We're playing a game of "the bear is sleeping". I'm right there in the tie-dye skirt on the ground. Sara is next to me.
The setting looks so barren but I look at this and the tears are just welling up.
How long is a childhood? I think back on it now, years compressed into flickering instants. I was barefoot all summer, running around the island with my friends. There were grown ups every where, engaged in restoring the place and debating how to change the world or play with us like they do here. Now the grown ups are all in their late 60s to 70s, battling all kinds of ailments.
I'm a grown up myself. When did that happen?
I can feel the dirt against my knees, my hands against my forehead, the building excitement as I know that any moment know, it's my turn to stand up and chase the others cause the bears are not sleeping any more.
Life is so heartbreaking in the way it's always moving forward, forward. I'd just like to visit the past every now and then, check in on the people who are gone, check in on the people we were, to live in a time before I understood the concepts of time, illness and death.
Who am I kidding. I still don't grasp death and time. I'm on the ground with my head on my hands, knees on the dirt, enjoying the exhilarating notion that I'm here, now.
Back to work.
Just have to calm down. Hardest thing of all - to look back without letting sorrow and sadness and longing take over. I want to change the human condition. Have those who are dead resurrected, the ill healthy. I'd like to look back on a picture like this and just relish in the good, without having to struggle with the sadness of longing for people I'll never meet again. Can't be done.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
More from the commune
Playing Scrabble with Hanna. Just wish she was here with us. A recurring wish. Everyday wish.
Today is apparently a "women I love" day
This is Tullia. She has always been a person I've loved. She's one of the women at the commune where I went every summer, growing up.
Tullia - always laughing, smoking, sharp as a whip, mad about food, passionate, well-read, well-traveled, in love with both her family, friends and career. People listen when she speaks.
The commune was/is filled with women like that. The best role models I've ever seen. Complex, interesting women.
I don't care what colors my kids wear, if they do or don't wear pink. I don't care if they play or not play with Barbies. I would like my daycare and school to have more male staff members, but what's really important to me is to fill my children's life with people like Tullia and the others at the commune.
They were architects, doctors, authors, managers, psychoanalysts, psychiatrists and one was a seamstress who then became a minister. I grew up believing I could become anything I wanted to. Because people like Tullia made me feel it was true.
The men weren't so bad either.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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