Remembrance
[Memory can cause] us suddenly to breathe a new air, an air which is new precisely because
we have breathed it in the past…
– Proust
Our natural and material surroundings are embedded with memories of all who have traversed before us. I walk onto a bridge and see locks clinging to its wire wall, whispering thousands of overlapping love stories. Yet when I look beyond the metal fence and down the river, I see further into the past, and the two narratives of past and present intertwine. As I continue to walk, eyes cast downward, I venture into a deep meditative state. I notice the simple and profound grace before me: the stones, tree stumps, ferns and seaweed become treasures that I admire. In their sublime beauty I sense the stories of sacred communities, archetypal feelings of love and pain, and expressions of our interdependence.
Remembrance
[Memory can cause] us suddenly to breathe a new air, an air which is new precisely because
we have breathed it in the past…
– Proust
Our natural and material surroundings are embedded with memories of all who have traversed before us. I walk onto a bridge and see locks clinging to its wire wall, whispering thousands of overlapping love stories. Yet when I look beyond the metal fence and down the river, I see further into the past, and the two narratives of past and present intertwine. As I continue to walk, eyes cast downward, I venture into a deep meditative state. I notice the simple and profound grace before me: the stones, tree stumps, ferns and seaweed become treasures that I admire. In their sublime beauty I sense the stories of sacred communities, archetypal feelings of love and pain, and expressions of our interdependence.