My aunt was at the piano, old familiar songs flowed from her fingers, family young and old scattered around the room, voices young and old picking up the tunes. There was a theme to her choices, each song having meaning for someone gathered there. During a pause I asked what song she would play for me. “That’s easy”, she said as her hands skimmed the keyboard and I recognized “Qué sera, sera, whatever will be, will be, the future’s not ours to see, qué sera, sera”.
My mind clambers back Continue reading “Not So Sweet 16”
I wrote this as a teenager … Wavering, faltering and lurching on Through space that no one knows. Black, white But never red. The rainbow stays no longer than meaning. Shrinking, misplaced expectations, desire’s lost, To the rainbow. Rolling blackness, a burst of sound, No satisfaction as the tears go by. Don’t touch me, I’m fire. Go forward backwards It’s basic. Wavering vibrations always remembered, … Continue reading Through Space that No One Knows
Following on yesterday’s post, my own teen years were the flower power, flower children, make love not war, hippy, long-haired, draft-dodging, protest-marching, drug-induced 1960s. Fashions were bizarrely similar to today. Today’s flared pants “sitting just below the waist” were my bell bottomed hip huggers; today’s “Capri” pants were the pedal pushers of my youth; and my daughter’s jacket is my “pea” jacket of 40 years ago. I watched TV programs like the Ed Sullivan Show, and The Man from U.N.C.L.E., which was filled with the thought-of-but-not-yet-possible sci-fi gadgets of today. My music was the Beatles, and the Rolling Stones, The Who, The Animals, and Bob Dylan droning endlessly on. We challenged Continue reading “What will my grandchildren find?”
I got out for my walk today under clear skies of Thunder Bay blue. Walking is a time for thinking as well, when I’m not focussed on the icy sidewalks. I arrived here as an adventurous 24-year old, left on the heels of Continue reading “It wasn’t the Best of Times”