Sharing My World 29

imageDeja Vu. By some happy fluke this picture looks great on one of my yellow walls and goes well with an arrangement my sister did for me eons ago because I don’t have any talent for that kind of thing, but you can’t be good at everything, right?

What an awkward picture of mostly wall.  This is why I admire good photographers.

Share Your World 2015 Week 20

What is the most important thing that you ever learned? (I bet it’s not something you learned in school)

Nope, but I wish I could have studied all things Eckhart Tolle in school.  Then I would have known how to live in the moment without worrying about what happened yesterday or what might happen tomorrow.  How to be fully present and love exactly what I’m doing, right here and right now.  Acceptance of what is, without futile resistance.  Knowing the calm and joyful beautiful me, and the life underneath the life situation.

What feeds your enthusiasm for life?

My family, near and far.  My writing, good and bad.  My art, wonderful or weird.  Reading.  Coffee.  Netflix.  (Well, I did leave that one for last.)

What’s your most memorable (good or bad) airplane commercial or private flight?

I wonder if I have some kind of strange comprehension problem, because when I first read that question I thought I was supposed to come up with my favourite airplane commercial.  But, it’s okay, I get it now.  There have been many memorable flights in my life so I’m going to give you a little list.

1.  My very first flight was in 1975 from Toronto to Winnipeg with my one year old daughter.  So it was her first flight too.  Kind of amazing that I had never been on an airplane before that.

2.  Our first flight into the Arctic (Cambridge Bay) where we landed in the middle of frozen white nowhere. Brrrr.

3.  Flying into Pangnirtung where the approach is between two cliffs and I swear the wing tips almost scrape them both.  Just Google images for “landing in Pangnirtung” if you think I’m kidding.

4.  Flying into Rankin Inlet in some tiny little plane in a crazy howling wind and skidding sideways on the tarmac.  Turbulence on the ground was worse than in the air.  Okay, I had a lot of Gravol before that flight, so my recollection may be a little hazy.

5.  The flight from Edmonton to Toronto (en route to Scotland) when the engines stopped making noise on our approach.  No one else in the plane appeared to be concerned about this.  So I assumed I had gone deaf.  Turned out it was plugged ears from a wicked head cold.  But it didn’t clear up until we were headed home, so I shouted at my sister for the entire two weeks.

If you were a great explorer, what would you explore?

Parallel universes in a time machine. With a couple of adventurous spirit guides. Then I would write about my most memorable experiences.  And maybe draw you some pictures.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Its been a nice quiet uneventful lazy week with some creative spurts thrown in, and I am looking forward to more of the same.  Is that boring?  Do I look bored to you?  It was the photo of the wall that gave it away, wasn’t it.



Jamais Vu

Experiencing feelings of deja vu is so foreign to me that if it ever happened it must have been such a long time ago that I’ve now completely forgotten about it.

I imagine the feeling is probably triggered by an almost, but not quite, lost memory which surfaces suddenly and briefly for no apparent reason, making us think we’ve said or done this same thing before. And chances are we actually did say or do something similar but just weren’t paying attention the first time around.

So here’s my problem; I don’t pay attention the second time around either. So I often experience the opposite of deja vu, which is jamais vu (already seen/never seen – I looked it up)

Somehow this seems to me to be a more unsettling thing to have happen. A familiar situation is momentarily totally unfamiliar. A word is not recognizable. A face I know well is fleetingly that of a stranger. A route I’ve taken many times, for a few panicky seconds, has me completely baffled and lost.

I can totally relate to the Alzheimer patient roommates who introduce themselves to each other every morning. Until they forget their own names I guess.

Do you have the feeling that you’ve heard all this before? Sorry. It’s all new to me.

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Deja Vu

The top picture is me and D. at camp, 1974.  Bottom picture is D. and Kenzie, 2001.  There was something so familiar about the second one that it prompted us to go searching for the first.  I now have them both in the same frame, and it’s one of my favourites.  If Kenzie ever has a daughter, I expect we’ll force her to wear her hair like this and carry on the pose.