“You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it… fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf – your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in the flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo sapiens.”
— John Fowles
“You are led through your lifetime by the inner learning creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self. Don’t turn away from possible futures before you’re certain you don’t have anything to learn from them.
You’re always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.”
― Richard Bach
There is very little externally that we cannot change about ourselves. We can change our hair or eye colour. With lifts we can change our height. With a little bit of creative imagining we can and do change our past It’s all in how we choose to remember it. Many of us use our pasts to justify our present. We colour it in hues darker or lighter than they really were so we can say. “This is what has brought me here. This is why I do do things” Yet, we can by choosing to look at things in a different way use our pasts to bring us further than we have come before. We can remember the worst days that we ever had where people treated us badly or we can remember and focus on the best days of our lives and the times we were treated well and accept that as our birthright. We all already slant our pasts. Why not slant it in a way that works for us?
Blessings, G
“The profoundest distances are never geographical.”
― John Fowles
We spoke and I felt the distance
My words could not swim
and arrive undistorted
so far the gap between us
no matter how strong their stroke
We stood together
a million miles apart
for i could not fathom
and you could not fathom
each other’s starting points.
I put a message in a bottle
and released it
hoping to reach you that way
it returned tear stained unread…
I could reach out and touch you
yet you’d never feel it
for you were too far away…
I moved
and you moved
yet the distance remained..
tho each closer to where the other began…
perhaps I never knew
yet still our love reached out
the gap narrowed but remained
as hope does
— G A Rosenberg
“I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart.”
― John Fowles
Bring me questions I’ve never heard. Let me see sights I’ve never seen at least not with today’s eyes. Show me the you I’ve never seen before and be open to new sides of me. Let’s run naked in the snow and go to the zoo and pet zebras. Let’s have a candlelit picnic in a department store window until they kick us out… Let’s go to a crowded firehouse and yell “MOVIE” and run. Let’s make up new flavours of ice cream and remember the words to nonsense songs. Let’s celebrate the new even if it comes in old forms and the old that we find anew.
Blessings, G
Harlequin in the Machine by G A Rosenberg 
Exploding Gems by G A Rosenberg 
Within the Jewel by G A Rosenberg 
