Vergangenheitsaufarbeitung

Yesterday bore us

It cannot ever be changed

Tomorrow beckons

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n.b. How we accept what has happened in our histories and what we plan and do next shapes our futures. What future do you want to work towards?

Vergangenheitsaufarbeitung: Dealing with the past.

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CLP 20/02/2020

January Road Trip (XXIV)

Mooring bollards wait

As tides, seasons, decades pass

Hope for ships’ return

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n.b. Glasgow’s quayside has been almost totally cleared. What next?

The rusting bollards, like mariners’ widows in denial, still wait by the dock scanning the horizon for signs of home-coming sails.

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CLP 27/01/2020

January Road Trip (XXII)

Wemyss Bay terminus

For rail, but not yet for us

Rothesay ferry waits

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n.b. Cared for by the Friends of Wemyss Bay Station, (operated by the local private railway company), this architectural delight, in tune with the main concourse at Glasgow Central, was built to funnel train passengers down to the waterside for the ferries to holiday isles in the west of Scotland. Not so popular destinations now, but the railway station is ready and waiting to serve if called on again.

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If you get yourself to Wemyss Bay make sure to leave time to nip into The Station Bar. However, the ferry schedule, or sea conditions may give you no option but to hole up for a wee while in the cosy bar, (or adjoining Station Café, or even the second-hand bookshop – when open).

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CLP 26/01/2020

On Memory

Cluttered to rafters

Where to keep all the new stuff?

Something has to give

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n.b. How does one keep track of a lifetime’s experience? What is retained, what forgot? What is important; what not?

Memories of long ago can resurface at the slightest prompt. These can be matters one had not held consciously for decades. Why do these reappear now?

One moment recalled can lead to a string of recollections, not always welcome, nor happy, yet sometimes funny, or joyous.

If we cannot forget how can we move on in life? The ability to forget is a gift too.

We all edit our life stories in the re-telling; to ourselves first, then to others. Who are we? Who we remember, or how others remember us?

Now, where did I put those keys?

CLP 21/09/2019