tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84899346298655253.post5939466325828376638..comments2023-11-05T01:10:20.086-07:00Comments on Jane Jones: Turn, Turn, TurnJane Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865994081521808548noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84899346298655253.post-74978295035171758772010-02-20T09:02:09.144-08:002010-02-20T09:02:09.144-08:00Laura, I completely understand. It seems to be tha...Laura, I completely understand. It seems to be that just when you think you have come the farthest that it hits you in the gut like a sucker-punch. Or, sometimes I just give in and let myself succumb to the: "concoction made of Hope, Longing, Regret and Weakness", because as bad for you as it is, it sure tastes good at first. <br />Glad to have you stop by!Jane Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865994081521808548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84899346298655253.post-85357137868513710042010-02-19T15:03:21.955-08:002010-02-19T15:03:21.955-08:00And you are only 20? You have a beautiful, wise so...And you are only 20? You have a beautiful, wise soul. Love the writing, too.<br />I've been told that creating new memories is a great method of moving on and I agree that it works to some degree. But sometimes, right when I think that I have been making a considerable progress, that perverse part of me shows up and sticks a needle in my arm...A concoction made of Hope, Longing, Regret and Weakness is immediately spreading into my system.<br /><br />Sometimes memories are like drugs. I guess "New Great and Grand Memories" could be the name of the rehab center. <br /><br />Enjoy your journey and learning time in Europe.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01412146742072723407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84899346298655253.post-78754875035296768282010-02-13T14:58:08.457-08:002010-02-13T14:58:08.457-08:00"But here is how I try to function around the..."But here is how I try to function around the gaping hole, the purposely-blocked off trails of thought, the "closed- do not enter" paths of memory: I try to the best of my ability, with the desperation of a drowning man dragging for air, to create new Great and Grand Memories."<br /><br />Speaking of brilliantly putting words together...<br /><br />This is beautiful. In the most immaculate and yet straightforward sense of the word. Simple, understandable, poetic, lyrical. And yet the innate truth of it is not lost. I do this myself. There's a great sadness associated with visiting old stomping grounds, knowing that the Good Old Days have long since gone. Best thing to do is try to make a bunch of new ones, as you do. Crude? Perhaps. Effective? Occasionally. Better than nothing? By far. <br /><br />Have fun in Canmore. And congratulations on getting in on that dig in Greece. You MUST relate something of that on here, I insist.A.T. Posthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03987529687181431843noreply@blogger.com