Once more with feeling

People want instant gratification - or just to be able to say they've been, rather than truly experiencing a place or event 🙄

It is a sign of our times, who's pace leaves little time for sentiment. Honoring the past means to impede the path of progress.

More than once, I have been the straggler in a tour group. Gazing up at stone arches, carved by 16th century hands; whose genius I can only begin to comprehend.

People stare, as if lingering a moment is to commit some regrettable social fopa.

Having resided in my share of century homes and buildings; one comes to appreciate not only their beauty - exquisitely unique - but also the generations who've lived and died there.
To pass through their corridors without a moment's thought, is a sacrilege. And brings to mind the expression: "If only these walls could talk."

The tales they'd tell. Of events we can only relive via pale photographs, and faded memories.


So I'll pause a while. Run hands over sills and railings. Revel in sunlight through stained glass; marvel at the ceilings.
As the throng trundles by - unaffected. Blind to what I'm seeing; numb, to what I'm feeling.

There are a great many spaces I call home. Where echos of their past resound, and I've come to know their "ghosts" by name.


Sadly, those of us that still care, are small in number.
May we continue to revere and protect those sacred places, always. No matter how the world thunders by.

My ex 😂
Nothing was about the journey only the destination. Now I dawdle and daydream and enjoy the ride ✨

I am reminded of a several-hour-long tour of Mommoth Cave, KY.

They usually have two guides: one in front, to guide and turn on the next light, and the other to trail and collect stragglers, and turn the light off behind us.

Well, this time there was only one guy, in front. I think each box had two switches, one for the one in front, the other behind. I tended to be trailing all the time since I liked the thinner crowd and less noise, and I lingered to look at stuff.

So when the guide in front shut off a light, often where I was got dark and I could only see the light ahead, eclipsed by the shuffling crowd of people. Some places we had to walk single file in a narrow tunnel.

i can still see it on my mind. This, but darker and narrower:

They have boxes to check. They want to
SAY they went to a museum, but do not think it’s a good time investment.

They rush to get there, they rush to leave, then they rush to plan the next thing they are gonna rush thru. LOL

The have no true interest nor a quest for knowledge. I'm not sure they even understand how to appreciate beauty.

Gosh I should go to museums and historic tours with YOU not my husband, he always rushes too.

absorb and dream is what I do 🙂✨