Another year in Abq, and here I am, packing up for an in-town move. After the January debacle of preparing my Nana's house for auction, I am downsizing- cleaning out old files, throwing away extra copies of pictures, deciding what kitchen gadgets I can live without... It's all a little heartbreaking- throwing away pieces of my past. I inherited my family's tendency towards hoarding (what if some day I finally have an occasion to wear that adorable skirt that hasn't left my closet in three years?), but I'm determined to break the chain.
In the midst of all my old photos, I found little scraps of paper with quotations and song lyrics written on them. They littered my bulletin board in college- words I admired and wanted to remember. One seemed particularly relevant.
"We imagine that we remember things as they were, while in fact all we carry into the future are fragments which reconstruct a wholly illusory past."
-John Banville
In other news, I am slowly increasing my yoga practice and on Sunday, I realized why I have resisted this interest for so long. When I run, I lose myself- in songs and energy- taking out whatever aggressions the world dealt me that day on the pavement. With yoga, I'm stuck inside my head, and that's not always such a pretty place to be. Hoping that as my flexibility increases, I also learn to quiet my mind.
Quiet mind, strong heart...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
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