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Every time I visit Granny, I visit not only her, but her past and all her memories... when she was young and when I was a little girl.
There's a quote from Pasolini that says that the editing of a person's life (like a movie montage) never happens until that person is dead. Of course, others do that editing.
So, every time I visit Granny, every story about me, heard a thousand times, changes every final cut of my own self and I find myself doing a tiny rough cut of my life.
So, every time I visit Granny, every story about me, heard a thousand times, changes every final cut of my own self and I find myself doing a tiny rough cut of my life.
I love that moment. The Past is a big sea where the tide always changes, where pains and fears come up to the surface, but where hidden treasures emerge too.
Yet, like the sea, memory needs to rest so it can continue remembering. Let the memory rest, let the memory be calm, so I can sail into present seas. It's in there, when I allow myself to forget, that a feeling of freedom rises, a safe optimism about the future, where anything and everything is possible.
That lets me stay right here, right now, sailing through a sea that I cannot edit, as it transforms itself into the air of this present moment.
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