Five More Pieces of Fleeting Advice
- “I cannot help vanishing and disappearing and dissolving. It is my foremost trait. -Stephen Crane-
- “One way or another, it seems, we all perform vanishing tricks, effacing history, locking up our lives and slipping day by day into the graying shadows.” -Tim O’Brien-
- “I do have a sense, and I’ve never not had it, of how easily things can vanish.” -Doris Lessing-
- “I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It’s very strange how often strong feelings don’t seem to carry any message of action.” -Phillip Larkin-
- “The past itself, as historical change continues to accelerate, has become the most surreal of subjects-making it possible…to see a new beauty in what is vanishing.” -Susan Sontag-
Six Bits of Wisdom
- “Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” -Robert Frost-
- “You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you can never go back.” -James Baldwin-
- “How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.” -William Faulkner-
- “Home is the nicest word there is.” -Laura Ingalls Wilder
- “A home without a cat–and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat–may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?” -Mark Twain-
- “Home may well be where the heart is but it’s no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.” -Walker Percy-
Before July 2020 Disappears
It’s a few hours before another month vanishes, nothing left but memories and an old calendar page (if you are one of the few who still use paper calendars). I hope you have some good memories to take away from July and can scratch off any bad experiences as easily as deleting an old appointment form your calendar (for those of you who have gone digital).
I spent some time this month exploring the topic of vanishing, both literal and metaphor. Some things that vanish impact the individual and others an entire culture. It’s important to take notice of what vanishes whether it be a person, place, or something that we hold dear. We are all recorders of history in one sense or another. Maybe that is what history is, just trying to remember what has vanished.
When you can’t see the end of the road.
Just another morning coming home.