Did I ever mention that I carry some superstitious beliefs. It only pertains to one thing, or rather to one specific date. The date aforementioned falls on the 29th of July. Today it being July 29 , I am resolved to commemorate past events, Shall we begin. My father died in a fatal car crash on July 29, my son's grandparents married on July 29, and you are probably wondering why I brought that up, its for you to keep wondering. My son burnt his face with a cup of hot coffee when he was 16 months old on july 29. My friend left me on July 29. Maybe there are other dates that carry weight, but for some reason this day stands out from all the rest. When tragedy strikes close to home, it cuts to the tenderest of entrails. Bones and muscles, flex and burn. The body memory is retained. Translated through time, distorted,veneered and sometimes vanquished.
Painting by : Leonora Carrington
Song by : Bjork
Hey Monica - yeah, we all probably carry unexplained phobias and superstitions around with us ... I know I do. I can't recall any right now but I know they're there, waiting to pounce and make me feel a little sheepish ...
ReplyDeleteWelcome back Graham, that is about the only superstition I carry around. Nothing happened this year, so I think I can discard it..what are yours?
ReplyDeleteHehe Monica ... now you've put me on the spot - I just can't think of any right now but, ... I know they're there, lurking ... I'll try to remember to let you know when one pops up ... :)
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