The sniffles of the past

It creeps up on you sometimes – the past – like being lost in a moment and realising someone has been calling your name for a while. Its not that it hasn’t been stuck to the horrific tree and somehow released from me. We must learn from our pasts–and not make the same mistakes–there is much to remember… yes, yes i recognise such things but i also reflect when i am driving that its pretty near impossible (someone probably knows) to drive forwards and backwards at the same time. It is hard to ignore the reality that contemporary culture is often stuck, or should i say moving between fixed and flexible periods of time, memory and direction.
which way is it now, i am sure it was this way
get yourself together and look for something better
I miss I on al
Lists keep getting longer and i was chatting to someone today who was asking the question of how do you stop trying and let go… i spoke about the power of choice and the process of choosing and that somewhere and sometime and somehow we let go… yes, poor suggestion but did the big P beat himself up through his journey to Rome thinking the bigger J wants me to live both in and in reflection of my past-unlikely… he had too much going on for that. Ah! Here is certainly one point, what is filling the focus of our attention… i know when i take the L Cole cd out that i am choosing to say like Jansch i am strolling down the highway (to remembrance). So the past holds treasure and pirates, one is a gift and one a taker.
now somewhere around here i left it
yes
here it is!