Yesterday, before I met my dear friend Megan and her wonderful daughter Kathryn for lunch and a stroll at a nearby beach, I was reading many of my past blog posts (including ones with Megan here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here).
Whenever I read my past blog posts, it’s like traveling in a time machine. For example, when I was reading all those posts about Megan, I definitely traveled through time …. all the way back to 2013, my first year of blogging, and beyond!
This week, I’ve spent some time traveling in the time machine of memory to my May vacation week of exactly one year ago, during which somebody made me lunch and then travelled in a time machine to recount years of resentments. Personally, when I travel in my time machine, I prefer to visit moments of love, not times of resentment (even though my time machine goes everywhere, to moments of pleasure and pain).
My time with Megan and her daughter, yesterday, was truly a reparative experience, which I hope you can see, as you take the time to travel through my latest photos:
Throughout time, I’ve been sending photos of pugs to my friend Jenn, because she loves them. Yesterday, I sent Jenn that photo of Megan’s neighbor’s dog, Ruby.
If you had a time machine, where would you go? One place I would (and do) revisit is the first time I heard Pat Metheny play, at the Paradise Theater in Boston in 1979. On that day, I heard and saw Pat and his group play music from the album American Garage and I was never the same again. Here and now, I’m traveling in my personal time machine to the FUTURE — next week, when I’ll be seeing Pat live, again, playing solo guitar.
YouTube is a kind of time machine, too, allowing me to travel back to 1979, the year of American Garage (and, coincidentally, the year that Megan was born!)
Here’s a comment about that video of the Pat Metheny Group circa 1979, in which nctomatoman is time traveling:
nctomatoman
1 year ago
My first Pat Metheny concert was in 1980 at the chapel on the UVermont campus in Burlington. He played this, Unity Village, Phase Dance, San Lorenzo – and an early version of As Fall Witchita, among other songs. Breathtaking – changed my musical life for good and I’ve seen Pat nearly 20 times in concert – Waltham, Philadelphia, Seattle, Raleigh….The Way Up, to me, is the peak of his art. I so hope that the PMG reunites, though the Unity Group is wonderful as well.
The last line of that comment and the word “wonderful” takes me back to yesterday, when I took this photo …
…. assuming, at the time, that the title for today’s blog post would be “Wonderful.”
So, my wonderful readers, where would you go in a time machine?
Now I’m going to travel through time to recall years of gratitude, here at the Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally, for all those who help me create these daily posts and — of course! — for YOU.
