The longer I live the more I believe in the power of memory. Susan, you
remark on it. Recently I watched the ABC news production on a Saturday
morning about the Bosinia conflict...the final words of Peter Jennings were
about the power of the memories from the past...it was
frightening....sad....to hear the hatred in the voices of children who are
living beyond their years.
My question? Are those memories really racial? Or are they locked into the
footsteps and wanderings of not only our ancesters, but of beings totally
unrelated to our lineage, who may have walked and thought before us? There
seems to be an residual energy (ghosts?) that some individuals can detect
I do not mean to discount the power of the ancestors who those who lurk, or
speak, on this list. However, as a Celtic "outsider", I wonder about the
links that I feel here...they are not due to my ancestors. I like to
explore, to touch walls, to read, and sit. How do I explain the
contemplation, or tears, I feel in a place? How much of memory is merely
energy to be absorbed by the next human sponge who rests and sits awhile...?
Late night mental wanderings...I'd appreciate your thougthts....
(Those or you who are in Australia...on a quiet morning go and touch the cut
above The Rocks in Sidney, or the remains of the hospital in Beechworth...)