So… this morning I did something for the very first time… I know many people who have done this and I’ve never really fully understood why they do… until now…
I start the day in fine mood and I’m planning what I need to do over the next few days. So on my list of things is an event on Saturday where the dress code is vintage… I put together an outfit and think… OK…. this needs a finishing touch and then I remember this locket…
And it’s very rare that I wear this and even rarer that I open it and look inside…
Yet today, I opened it… and there sit two photos and on the left is one that gives me a warm smile… On the right… there sits the reason this family heirloom sits mostly in a box…
And usually, I would glance at that photo, fill with nausea, close the trinket tightly shut and toss it aside…
Today I looked at that photo and let it speak… and I lost two hours as memories and conversations held many moons ago replayed like an old movie… and I watched and I listened… and I sat… and then I thought of this…
- XX Judgment (c) Jordan Hoggard 2010
And I heard these words…
‘You are no more at the mercy of your past than you are of old photo albums. Take more good pictures in your imagination!’ Jordan Hoggard
I looked back at that photo, I removed it from where it has dwelt for over 40 years and I did that thing that other people do and I have never done…
I ripped it up…
I ripped it into tiny pieces…
I went out into the garden and threw my arms into the air and with a great big exhale…
tossed those tiny pieces into the sun and wind to be scattered…
I turned to go back into the house and continue my day…
And with a smaller exhale…
I heard myself say…
FUCK YOU!! That’s the last time you ripple my pond…
The pure and blessed way 