It was pointed out at the L'chaim of a good friend that I'm a rather sentimental person . . . I don't live the past; I do, however, look back to past events with great nostalgia.
A place in time,
A thought,
a taste
or smell . . . these things posses within them a powerfully evocative sense of all things that have gone by - pearls of experience that I count over in my mind.
I thought about making a list of different events and things that I remember.
It makes for bad Blogging - my past experiences, half explained in vague thoughts . . . often just vignettes captured by the mind of a child, do not mean much to others.
So I often push off posts like this.
And in the end, I think it is for the better.
Anyhow.
I'll list these things, in no particular order . . . you tell me what you think.
A Child's Toys:
- Broadringer: A bamboo staff I had as a child -lost around the time of my Bar-Mitzvah
- The Sword of Silva: A sword my father had, kept hidden in my parents closet. I found it one Sunday morning with a friend, and it inspired me to write a story. It still sits in my house, once again in a closet. I've been writing ever since.
- The Two Daggers: One my father bought for me at the Renaissance Faire. The other a friend brought back to me after a trip to China. They were lost to the boxes when we moved, shortly after starting Yeshivah.
- Venice: When I first stepped foot in Venice, it truly felt magical. It was a place made from the fluff of dreams. I still dream of Venice
- Hel: My year in Poland was a difficult year, full of ups and downs . . . I think in many ways I grew from it. I know this blog did. But when I went to Hel . . . it was something else. It was a release. I was able to spend two fleeting days out on the Polish Seaside with my dear friends.
- Israel: I would be remiss not include the Holy Land on a list of places the resonate in my mind. Cliched as it may seem . . . I did come home.
- Purity: Doing a Taharah on a Jew in Vilna
- Loss: Saying Tehilim in the hearse alone with my grandfather
- Reflection: At the Ohel
Hats:
- A Black Peruvian felt hat that I wore in from the Fourth to the Sixth grade . . .
- My first fedora - I bought in LA so I could wear a new hat to Crown Heights for Yud Shvat . . . Ignorant of the fact that better prices and quality could be found in the New York. It now sits collecting dust in my Grandmother's closet.
- The black kasket that, despite some wear, still holds its own around the globe
Good Shabbos to all.
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