Sometimes,retracing our steps has at its goal the pursuit of a lost object of great sentimental value to us,leaving us bereft without that material rudder to our lives .Ive known many folk who while appearing to be quite spiritual in their goals in life are at the core material.Their security and ability to function is tied up in their things and though they might say they want friendship and companionship it is only as a veneer of social respectability that they foster folk.Its not that it’s wrong in itself I suppose,but it lacks gravitas,intent ,or really even sincerity,
Where I went that day in the depths of winter appears peculiar to allow myself to think about today of all days as it’s been sweltering in this part of Dorset.Funny how temperatures that you could say have the oppositie homes suddenly become the fuel of intense mental exercise but they do.They do,not because of any extreme macro idea or political idiom,no,they were intensely real to me,embraced in a moment of life that allowed me to genuinely attempt to know just what it felt to be on my own.As a teenager ,with all the angst that goes with it and the acute shyness too,you tend to glue to one or two people who sort of get you without being totally blind to your funny ways or foibles.Well,I,like so many ,had such a friend.We got on ,we liked similar things and even though we were different as young boys,we knew we had each other’s backs,Yes,he quite fancied one of my sisters and used me to extract the most mindless pieces off information about her that I found of no real import,but he certainly did .As she was a couple of years older than him,it always seemed that he was boxing above his weight and that sort of became clear as those days went on.
Cornish winter days often have as their backdrop rain and cold,cold and rain,wind and rain,wind cold and rain,rainy wind ,that sort of thing,It seemed like everyday over that period was like it ,and it was exhausting,It left you bone weary,and I’ve not felt like that in quite the same way until today when I felt similar,
He never got fed up with asking those questions and I have to admit that I sometimes made up my responses.Sometimes I wondered if he secretly knew she would never go out with him,but he kept on asking me about her,As those days went on ,I knew that he wanted to pack life in as it were ,I knew that he knew that he had to live life to the full.Now,wether teenagers ever truly lived life to the full is debatable,but John and I did and we cycled on and ur bikes,played our brass instruments and loved sweets.Yep,we loved sweets.Its Funny what you remember of your youth,and I have remembered a great deal these past months .Even though he had a brief life,I still remember him and the affect he had on me .
Today,I’ve retraced my youthful steps in my head because I’ve come to the conclusion that you don’t ever know just how long you have in the company of another ,you just don’t.
This isn’t a cautionary tale as such,it’s just that memories can come into our head when we are trying to sort stuff out .In my case,I don’t put much stock on things ,and if I’m having a bad day,I don’t really think highly of people who are material and I’m apt to judge them adversely.
So,I retraced my steps today to live in that memory,that crack,that time.If you don’t ever do that ,don’t worry,I’m weird,I know it ,but I don’t care ,I really don’t.
Having suffered profound loss as a teenager ,it’s been a few decades since I have suffered such a loss again ,but I have suffered since October 18th of last year .Loss is a density that can’t be replaced or replicated ,but the memories are edged on soul.
Today has been so very hot,but the memories of my two losses have meshed together,defying temperatures to again inhabit me ,giving me a peculiar sustenance of survival.
If you’ve suffered loss ,take heart because if we are not suffering or remembering ,then the essence of the loss begs a fresh perspective,
Thankyou.That is all from me tonight.