I don’t remember

I don’t remember hitting Graham on the head with a Marmite bottle when I was two; but he remembers.

I don’t remember learning to write and I don’t remember how I felt when I first went to school in Waterfalls.

I don’t remember when I first started on a spiritual path and I don’t remember what set me off.

I don’t remember when I decided to become a student at university – when I was 48.

I don’t remember the name of the tree behind the garage at the Big House.

There is something else I don’t remember but I’ve forgotten what it is, so it couldn’t have been very important. I wonder if I ever will remember?

I don’t remember when I decided I enjoyed writing. I don’t remember when I realised that I could write and that some other people liked to read what I’d written.

Not remembering is different from forgetting.

I don’t remember

A New Start

Well, here’s a turn up for the books. I’ve started blogging again – thanks to my friend Allison whose blog is a constant inspiration to me.

The latest book I’ve read, Perfect Motion: How Walking Makes Us Wiser. by Jono Lineen. Review to follow.

One thing I do know is that I will have to update MSWord sooner or later. I keep getting reminded that mine is out of date. They’re always thinking of ways to do something new, and being on a Mac, I will have to buy the new edition.

This has been a cold winter. I don’t know if it is because I’m getting older but the winters seem to be getting colder. Here is a photo of the winter ocean at Falcon Bay. I think it looks like molten lead. Mind you, today was a beautiful day and I was able to soak up the sunlight.


A New Start