Stories of 9 Lives Past is intended to be a history of sorts…my personal recollections. I say this as it is very important to understand; we all have decidedly different cognitive experiences. I’m sure if I shared any of this with my family, great discourse would ensue about the accuracy of it all. *laughs* Large and small bits of that memory may be shared physically, intellectually, emotionally and spiritually; but not the entire experience in exactly the same way. At least I haven’t yet found cognitive connectedness to be large in the remembering between all the peoples involved. Rather, only very small bits seem to ever fully connect. It’s all about our personal filters, which give rise to the perspective. In this case, that perspective is all mine.*grins*
9 Lives Past is a reference to how I tend to break my life into segments of what I call, Life Interrupted. Although living life is accepted as continuous, I’ve always found it to be rather punctuated. Distinct. Thrown abruptly from one stage or life altering collection of experiences to another. Childhood, teenagerdom, young adulthood, marriage, children, marriage, children, marriage, single life. I often wonder if I should categorize a bit differently. I’m now working on my tenth life living in Hawaii.
My earliest recognition of self and some of the strongest Warm Warm Joy Joy memories come from the late 1950’s through the late 1960’s in the Jersey City/Bayonne, New Jersey area. Not everything contained herein will be exclusive to living that era. I only lived the first 19 years of my life in New Jersey. The Formative Years.
It’s true we are influenced by our early experiences. I just don’t necessarily believe they entirely “define” us. We are also continually shaped by our current thoughts…second by second, minute by minute. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t ignore my past experiences. Even the not so pleasant moments hold important lessons as the harshness fades and brings yet another perspective. And so, I frequently conjure mine to the forefront, savoring childhood, family and friends; reliving the sights, sounds and smells held so dearly in the recesses of my mind.
Categories for these posts will be Warm, Warm; Joy, Joy; and Talk Story.
Just so you know, ‘Talk Story’ is a local Hawaiian colloquialism for Gossip, Bullshitting, and Storytelling. *wink*
I hope you enjoy my memories, and will consider sharing some of yours with me.