spf: past, present, future
kelly | 18 November 2005 - 11:48am
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My past is Mason jars sitting in rows along the counter as my mom cans. My past is camping in the backyard with my brother, talking about how neither of us has ever seen a shooting star, only to both look up and see one blaze across the night sky. My past is clomping in boots to the barn with my dad and holding tight to the milk bottle as a hungry calf tugs the other end. My past is Dolly Parton records and Barbies and swapping secrets at sleepovers and marching band and straight A's and kissing in the car way past curfew. My past is Dickens and Morrison and Woolf and The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. My past is a room full of students, one who talks nonstop about Hooters, one who thinks nonstop about suicide. My past is plotting the future. |
| My present is like knitting - each stitch a day, each row a week, separate but connected, time unwinding off the skein. My present is closing my eyes as I breathe in the smell of him. My present is weekend trips and wine with dinner and whisker kisses. My present is a new appreciation for friends and a new understanding of family. My present is soulful and irreverent, free and contained. My present is being filled to the brim without feeling quite satisfied. My present is refusing to fret about the future. |
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My future I peek at through splayed fingers. My future is a swirl of broad strokes not brought into focus, of colors I haven't yet imagined. My future is trusting intuition. My future is new introductions and final goodbyes. My future is living in the present with no regrets of the past. |
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Amazing. Simply Amazing.
Your post is beautiful. Love your last line, can't have regrets.
Aww see yours is so nice and poetic and well thought out, and mine... well mine was just to punish Kristine for being a bully. Dang it.
Love the jars, I used to have to help my mom and gramma can as a kid..ahh memories..
You totally win this SPF. I thought about doing this one even though I can't use the kiddo, but now I bow down at your feet in defeat.
Defeet. Sorry, it's Friday. I want to go home and see my present.
Oh, Kelly, that was beautiful. I got to the last line, and realized I was holding my breath. I don't even know for how long. Which means your post was, quite literally, breathtaking.
You are SUCH an amazing writer. Graceful and gifted.
I love you, girl.
VERY COOL TAKE! I love it.
Wonderful post and pics.
I am speechless. wow.
Ah, I adore you.
That was lovely. I knew you would do something pretty great with this topic.
Nice, Kelly. Really, really nice. And me with just a picture of my box.
This is soooooo awesome. You have a gift!
That was really touching.
*hangs head*
I almost...ALMOST...feel bad for the dildos on my SPF now.
Sheesh, so poetic. Who wrote that?
Wow...just...wow. That was fantastic.
And...I love how you have been with him for so long and you are still obviously so much in love :)
That is just one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. The paragraph about your future is just ...there are no words to describe it.
That post is beautiful! I wish I had the creativity, memories and time to write something like that.
Just stunning!
This was so great, Kalki. Love it all.