trees

Rolling back, riding along, clickty clickity clack.
Close my eyes, breathing in, travel down the track.
Letting go, holding on, floating in the tide
Bobbing, weaving through the past, while going for a ride
Fire lights a memory, stored within my genes
Awake and yet in the place touched within my dreams
Run my mind along the days, like hands along a fence
Strange to me how real it feels, this past and present tense
Bump and drift down the track of thoughts and memories
I plant my dreams and hopes and days like a thousand tiny trees

Xmas

I realized tonight that I can go many places with my imagination.  I was with Ela at the Zoo Lights on the train and I closed my eyes and thought of being on a train 100 years ago, riding in the cold across the country to some place.  I also felt that I could be 150 in the past at the tea, while lighting a candle at a table filled with china about to have ladies over for an event.  I also imagine sometimes, while sitting in front of the fire, how people have done so for all of history and that I connect with them in this way.

It's a process I really enjoy, thinking myself in the past.  Not because I wish I lived then.  I gave up on that fantasy a long time ago.  I LOVE flushing toilets and refrigerators.  None the less, I like to think about our history and what makes us who we are today.  I also like to think about community and communal experiences.  I think it is something we are losing touch with in this 'digital' age.  Not just community but our connection to our immediate surroundings.  At least this is true for me.

I'm looking forward to the snow that I hope will come this year.  I'm also looking forward to walking with Ela though Peacock Lane and a few other Christmas things I'd like to do with her.  It is SO wonderful to see her take in all the Christmas experiences.  It definitely takes me back to the wonder and joy of being a child at Christmas.