Paper Moon (sunday scribblings, part one and a half)

Thanks for the kind comments to the Sunday Scribblings...This is somewhat of an addendum (or do I mean a postscript? a footnote? hmm...you decide; I'm too lazy swamped to go look it up right now). There's much that I'd like to tell you, but as I've said before. when we blogged the Artist's Way, my story isn't mine alone to tell. What I do share with you is true' but there's always more to the truth than what meets the eye. The world is not all rainbows all the time; never was; and even less seldom, all black and white. There's almost always shades of gray in between; especially in the shadows.

You know how in photographs, you try to focus in on the good stuff, your kid or the puppy being cute? - and try to leave out, say, the laundry basket full of dirty clothes in the corner?  It's like that.  Which doesn't make the cute or good stuff any less than what it is, either. I'm not really talking about the people who were mentioned in my Sunday Scribblings - they were human with all of the frailties that implies, but they did the best they could. More the people I omit. I just choose to not let the memory of certain other people, relationships, events, etc. own me, anymore. I own the memories; now, I get to pick which ones affect my life in the present.
It's not a matter of repressing or bottling up my feelings - it's more of a choice - choosing what I will focus on: like in a composition. I'll include the table with the vase of flowers, and leave out the ratty/rickety old chair.
I'll try to stop with the metaphors now (or do I mean analogies?) Ok, whatever they are, I can't seem to stop just yet....
  Bad things happen to good people. But they didn't happen all the time. The good times - or even the so-so times,  happened on a heckuva lot more days. So I'm not going to center my identity, in my childhood memories or as an adult, around those issues.
Everyone has a choice about how they want to handle their baggage (unless, of course, you're at the airport! That's a whole 'nother issue.)

Just wanted to stay as honest as possible.

OK; I'll stop now. Till the next time I go off on a tangent...

Postscript to the postscript (or whatever): Oh, for Pete's sake! Now I've re-read this, we've gone from all sunshine and lollipops, all the time, to where it sounds like we should have been on the Springer show (and we wouldn't even make the cut, nowadays; they've raised the bar way too high!). So where's the happy medium??  I guess all I'm trying to say is, that we had good stuff & bad stuff like every other family. Now we're all just trying our best to live happily ever after.

And I hope we will.

Comments

[violetismycolor]

I'm a big fan of happily-ever-after!

[ally bean]

"I own the memories; now, I get to pick which ones affect my life in the present.
It's not a matter of repressing or bottling up my feelings - it's more of a choice - choosing what I will focus on: like in a composition."

I'm right there with 'ya sistah. You expressed this idea so nicely.

[judie]

LOVE your paper moon art!

[Caroline]

"The world is not all rainbows all the time"

It takes rain and sun to make rainbows and they look best when set off by really black clouds.

;-)