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Memory or Dream


“Memory and dream are intermixed in this mad universe.”
— Jack Kerouac


I remember
a time when we walked in the moonlight
and talked to the trees and drank in
each other’s eyes
I remember
a mystical connection that none could sever
I remember nights of nothing but love
and mornings when the loving would continue
No, wait that was all a dream.
I dreamed
of bitterness and suspicion
of fights that started for no reason at all
and frustration underlined each word
I dreamed
that each word led to further misunderstanding
and kids used as weapons
in an endless tug of war.
No wait, those are memories
Yet tonight I dreamed of your visit
and the wish to be together again
We talked the way I wished once we could
and our souls connected.
I remember waking next to you
and I reach out with a smile
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G


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Mountain EntranceMountain Entrance by G A Rosenberg


Totemic ApeTotemic Ape (Ape of Thoth) by G A Rosenberg


Pain’s Gifts… A Consciousness Stream


“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding… And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy”
― Kahlil Gibran


Pain has given me many gifts.
Empathy has come from memories of pain shared.
Body awareness has come from Pain’s messages.
Perspective has come when I see those
who’s suffering has cause to be much deeper
yet carried so much lighter.
Also what hurt so deeply long ago
that I thought it unbearable
now has faded to a mere itch
if remembered at all.
(A gift of memory and time as well)
I find little of nobility in my own pain
and dislike the common game of comparing scars.
Yet still for the gifts of pain I feel grateful
and no doubt will unwrap many more.
Blessings, G


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Magician (Alt)Magician (Alt) by G A Rosenberg


Butterfly Colours obscuring an Idyllic LandscapeButterfly Colours Obscuring an Idyllic Landscape by G A Rosenberg


Water-Coloured Memories


“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
― Marcel Proust


Our memories hold the rough outlines. Oh some of us have eidetic memories and they see details but then filter the image of their past through the lens of emotion which changes the colours and bends things in strange ways. A Photographic memory may be fantastic if you’ve taken a clear picture in the first place but that is something most of us seldom do. If all this is true, if I have some control over how my memory gets filtered, I would rather practice remembering things in their best light. After all if people who affected us in the past whom we hold onto are the tenants in our heads than our memories are the architecture.
Blessings, G


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Wishing WellWishing Well of Past Beauty by G A Rosenberg


Elder Dweller in the Cosmic CaveDweller in the Cosmic Cave by G A Rosenberg

Best of 2013 (Or at least my favourites) Part I


“It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.”
― Ally Condie


There’s something about the movement of numbers. We stare at clocks, at elevator floors, at odometers and at the calendar marking the passage of time and distance. As I’ve spoken of before, these things tend to be relative. A mile on a beautiful scenic mountain road seems to go past much faster than the three hundredth mile along a flat farm road with the eightieth identical barn. The joyful moments pass quickly while ones spent waiting seem to move exceptionally slower. Thus subjectivity can be a double edged sword at best. Still every so often when a milestone is passed I like to reflect a bit on what has passed, perhaps savouring the last flavour from the cup or perhaps to see if what seemed sublime at the time still feels as sweet.
2013 was a year that seemed to spin its wheels for me a bit. I got to meet many great people both online and off. I found several new areas in which to study. Everything remained pleasant yet I found that I didn’t move as far forward on projects as I would have liked to. Well we’ll see what 2014 has to bring. It looks as if it will be fascinating and as always fun.
Tonight and perhaps tomorrow as well, I will be posting some of my favourite pictures (and perhaps a poem or two) that I created in this past year.
Blessings, G


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The DancerThe Dancer by G A Rosenberg


Machine in the GhostMachine in the Ghost by G A Rosenberg

Cave of Lost LoveCave of Lost Love by G A Rosenberg


The LoversThe Lovers (Trump VI) by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – June 5 2012

“Your memory is a monster; you forget – it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you – and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!”
― John Irving

“What do you remember?”
“I remember walking down the hill helping Sadie with her crutch. Several of us were on a hike. It was a beautiful day. I had begun questioning what I was doing there at the farm and in California with the group.”
Once I started it seemed I couldn’t stop. After all this was one of my best memories.
“All of a sudden I felt covered in sunshine. I could feel myself, Sadie, all the others. Not only feel them from the outside but from the inside. I felt totally connected with my surroundings and with my life, part of everything. I could have died at that moment and it would have been perfect. It was also perfect that I continued. In a way I think every moment I’ve spent since has been to try to get that back.”
“And have you…”
“Once or twice yes.”, I smiled.
Blessings, G

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Gazing into Blue Starfields by G A Rosenberg

Monkeying Around by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – August 14 2011

“It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment – but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
—Lord Byron


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Memory Wave Theory by G A Rosenberg