When the sun stepped into the Hollow this morning, it found me gazing at a reflection of the surrounding autumn-dressed trees in a nearby pond. Tickled by the wind, the pond surface rippled and the reflection wavered...still unmistakably golden trees, but altered from the original by the elements. It hit me that this was a physical example of how our memories waver, touched by time.
Last night I posted a series of photos on my photography site (here) like the one above, snapped over the weekend in my childhood neighborhood, Deepwater.
The photographs depict what is there now; but for me, even when I look at the photos, images of the past pop up like an overlay, wavering before me like the reflection on the pond. I guess that's the curse...and the blessing...of getting older.
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I also wanted to acknowledge that today is the 55th anniversary of the day Rosa Parks was just too worn out, too fed up, to play by silly rules any longer. According to the Wikipedia article I found, she wasn't the first to protest this way, but hers sparked the Montgomery Bus Boycott and major changes in how we view each other. It just took one more voice - proof that we shouldn't give up before we start, thinking it's not worth the effort, just because others have tried but failed.
Rosa also lost her job, though. Courage generally comes at a cost - that's why it takes courage to speak up or step out or fight back, because we know it's going to trigger change. We can hope for positive change, but usually at least a little bit of pain tags along.
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Also...today is Wednesday, specifically One Word Wednesday. Today's word is Stuffed, and I confess I'm still tossing that one around in my head. My One Word post might come out on Thursday this week! Stay tuned!
