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Quiet and peaceful

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Quiet waters, billowing clouds © 2014 Tamara Beck

Sitting as old men do

Holding court with

Memories, sharing both

Wisdom and nonsense

From a life fully lived

Yet far from complete

Never accepting blame or

Regrets, but sitting in

Tranquility, peaceful

Still yet like the river with

An undercurrent, there is

News mixing with opinions

All that need to be expressed

And heard. If you listen, you

Can also hear the waters

Whispering, a susurrus of current

Events, bubbling below the surfacewat

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Do you remember this?

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Time and the river wait for noone. Photos © Tamara Beck.

I have expunged so much and so many from my recollection

When they come creeping in, it’s on ghost feet

Sometimes I welcome the newly remembered

Sometimes I dread the associations they bring me

Some memories amuse, others confuse, some

Simply disabuse me of my moral superiority, I

Have not served truth or justice, not always,

Just sometimes; glory is not mine to strut or savor,

Not always, just sometimes, Who were you? Who was I?

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Revival

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Opaque or transparent? …Lest I Forget

Some six months ago, I shut down one of my many blogs, Observations: Lest I Forget  and transferred much of its content to this one. I fully intended to put new content here and leave the …Lest I Forget site to history.

Truth is, I have a lot about which I wish to opine, and enjoy doing so in different fora and diverse platforms. So  Observations: Lest I Forget is being revived today, with fresh content all its own.

Enjoy.

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Mirror image

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By Jan Saenredam – http://www.hans-von-aachen.com : Home : Info : Pic, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12424465

Mirrors, like memory, both reflect and distort

The image fuzzy or clear, made larger or smaller

As we do in remembering slights and complements

In complimenting our past, we look as thtough a

Glass at what was or might have been equally both

Reflected and distorted, sometimes larger, sometimes

Smaller, behind us and ahead, never forgotten or

Forgiven, just different from what was, or from what

Might have been, the image blurred or unperturbed

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Smiley face!

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Emoji- Happy face!

My history with smiling is fraught. As a teen, I presented dour and had teachers telling me to smile at every turn of the corridors.

Despite the presentation, I am actually a very happy type. Imagine my delight when my husband discovered an emoji in our wash basin. His delight was even greater, but he has these highs sometimes.

At any rate, there it was: 2 eyes and a broad smile on the damper in our sink.

Have a great day! Smile.

 

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Grab a pencil!

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QWERTY by Tamara Beck

via Discover Challenge: Transcript

No, wait, no one uses those anymore. People make notes in their Notepad, which is on a device in a virtual application of some sort or other for use on Android, Windows or Mac. This means that that chances that there is a transcript of proceedings or thoughts are minimal.

Of course, a transcript can be a printed version of a text so you can print out the Notepad and voilà, you have a transcript. After all, a transcript is a record of something originally presented in another medium.

I confess that, although I am a wild user of social media and a heavy duty blogger, I do use a pen or pencil as a prelim to my process. I don’t keep my handwritten transcripts– often even I have trouble figuring out what I meant to say– but I use them for guidance when I go to the laptop to type up my reflections.

Once upon a time, in the good old days, when you transcribed something, you were putting thought to paper. Or, I suppose, truly old school, you wrote it down on papyrus, and before that on the cave wall.

 

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Language, language!

Lingua franca

There are times I am gripped by what feels like a lingual fantasy. I can hear the words of a proverb in what was once my native, or at least first, language in my head, but I cannot form them. I am unable to repeat them even though they are on the tip of my tongue.

Instead, I stammer and realize the inadequacy of the attempt.

Afflictions of the tongue

What was my mother tongue is lost to me in almost every way. It remains a shadow, a memory that I cannot express. These afflictions of the tongue sometimes feel like afflictions of the heart, too.

It saddens me that the words I should be able to say are stuck in my throat. i feel like I am dreaming words that are familiar, and the dream becomes a waking nightmare of regret.

Drowning

The words I hear in my head sound as if they were under water. There is no ease in repetition. The harder I try to express them, the stucker I feel. Stuck in an adopted language, one in which I am quite adept; speaking the words of a country of choice, not birth, more fluently than I ever remember speaking the language of the country I left behind.

Nativists would argue against bi-lingualism. I, despite my ineptitude, am all for it. I would love to be able to speak well in both the languages to which I belong.

I miss the fluidity I once had in moving between two languages, the gift of easy expression.