How do you write your life story?
Like footprints on the sand
your life appears
jumbled, confused
mixed with feelings of regret
lost opportunities
unrequieted loves.
You resolve to follow the signs
the clues of a passing life
a shoe print
a picture
a pebble
an old necklace
a feeling
a smell
washed away in a minute by that errant wave crashing around you.
When you find it, take it home, put it in a bottle on a window sill and cherish it a bit longer.
If you're interested in how I am managing to write my life story check my other blog.
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33 comments:
Interesting post...I'll write my life story in chapters...one word at a time.
much love
You are doing wonderfully on that syory. I am so loving it!
i love examinin the treasures found when you look back upon your story...
One post at a time...
Aloha, Friend!
Comfort Spiral
Poignant and true!
Great wording:) I haven't written my life story yet--still too busy writing about others!
a peek here, a peek there
some filled with laughter
some with despair
choosing the one's we want to forget
one thing's for sure
no time for regrets.
You know I read all your words and collect some of your ocean sceneries
I love how you distilled the art of memoir into a poem. Good luck with it!
Well said.
I'm enjoying your other blog... I hope that you are too.
x Ribbon
Boy you are something. You are so intelligent and it is an honour to have you in my life.
xoxoox
Off to check that out. Enjoyed the poem.
"put it in a bottle on a window sill"
Like that image.
what's good about writing our life stories is we get to ponder on what we went through. :)
I let that story write itself. I have no desire to write it down and whomever knows how it ends can, if they chose write it as they will.
I wrote mine in a whirl of emotions. Took me a year and when it was done I celebrated.
And what was so intense was the fact that having finally written it all down I saw that I had done so much, seen so many places, met so many people who became a part of my life then moved on. I saw that my life had been good.
Blogging is capturing many life stories - but the bottle sounds more romantic.
i like your idea of collected little things...
I agree with the walking man. My life story would bore the pants off anybody.
You are very perceptive. I look forward to having a cup of tea this weekend and reading all of your posts on your other blog. Thanks for inviting us along on this path of remberance.
I'm off to see your other blog, this was really beautiful Rosaria. I admire you so.
I will check out your other blog. Thanks!
Wonderful words! Looking back is bittersweet.
I admire you for autobiographical writing.
So many people say I ought to write my life story, but I continue say "it is not interesting enough for any one to read."
I've always believed a biography should be "tell everything" and I have not arrived at a place in my life I wish to do that. There are those who say it is therapeutic.
This is such a beautiful, poetic post. And YES that is the way life unfolds, a footprint here, a seashell there. It's not neat and tidy, oh no!
I have never thought my life story would interest anyone!
Dear lakeviewer,
I have a surprise for you, a small sunny-yellow particle of happiness that needs to be cherished for a while, then put in bottle and sent by sea...
Hop on that surf board and ride those errant waves!
I'm trying to remember the trigger that started me off.
Ah yes it was bloggers asking me about our 30 year separation and I decided to start at the beginning.
Still at it after three plus years.
I have a goddess in you dear friend and one that I truly love.
You are a goddess of intelligence and there is no other goddess I like more.
xoxoxo
It is all there but inaccessible without the right key, the footprint in the sand, the shell on the beach, that unlocks the memory. Too true.
Think I will head on over. I'm working on a memoir project too - it is slow goign when I get busy at work and home.
Very interesting question. I will have to check your other blog out.
I love the way you pop things that you find into a glass jar.
Keep writing.
Nuts in May
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