{"id":1445,"date":"2012-06-28T20:46:07","date_gmt":"2012-06-29T00:46:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=1445"},"modified":"2012-06-28T20:46:07","modified_gmt":"2012-06-29T00:46:07","slug":"place-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=1445","title":{"rendered":"A Place Without Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Today, I received some disappointing news. Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worry; my family and I are all okay and in the grand scheme of things, this too shall eventually pass. We are blessed.<\/p>\n

But today\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s news means this upcoming year, the year where I hoped everything would finally start to settle for us on our new island<\/a>, appears to be fast becoming another year of navigating through stormy waters<\/a>, destination uncertain.<\/p>\n

The fact that, as I write this, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m decidedly off-island, sitting at one of LCB\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s places of work (I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not even going to attempt to explain this one), drinking a room-temperature Diet Coke in an attempt to mask the feeling of what I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m absolutely positive is the fourth stage of starvation, is probably not encouraging perspective on the matter. Were I not in polite society, so to speak, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d go for a run, or at least pace the room for an hour or seven. But I am in polite society, and so I sit quietly, pacing inwardly, and trying not to type too hard.<\/p>\n

When I lived in Chicago, I kept one or two pictures of the ocean at my desk in the English office where I worked. During the day, if I hit a point, much like this one, where I needed to mentally excuse myself from the situation, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d pull out one of my pictures. The pictures were all of beaches I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d actually traveled to, so I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d call to mind all the sensory details I could recall: the sun bright and warm on my skin, the sound of the waves as they broke near shore, the breeze lifting my hair in a swirl around me, the waters parting cool on my legs as I stood in the ocean, staring fast into the vast expanse of sea and sky.<\/p>\n

In the movie The Shawshank Redemption<\/em>, Andy Dufresne, one of the main characters and a prisoner at Shawshank State Prison, speaks of the Pacific Ocean where he longs to escape to and says of it, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153They say it has no memory.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

In the moments during all my trips when I stood, quite literally, in either the Atlantic or the Pacific, there was usually a point of losing all awareness of everything before that moment and of anything that would possibly come thereafter. In that space, the past and the future ceased to exist.<\/p>\n

It was place separate from all outside experiences. It was a place without memory.<\/p>\n

During all those years of teaching in Chicago then, if I needed to, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d use one of the pictures as a conduit to take me back, if only for a minute, to that place without memory.<\/p>\n

Now, all these years later, I find myself restless in my seat, with obligations to certain dictates of civility, and then suddenly I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m pulling up pictures on my computer.<\/p>\n

When I realize what I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m doing, I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help but thrill to it.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>This time, they are pictures of home.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>They are pictures of a place so sweet, so dear to me, so drenched in memories, where it is nevertheless possible to find myself for a moment<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>in a place without memory.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Today, I received some disappointing news. Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worry; my family and I are all okay and in the grand scheme of things, this too shall eventually pass. We are blessed. But today\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s news means this upcoming year, the year where I hoped everything would finally start to settle for us on our new island, appears […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,365],"tags":[831,759,1167,105,1164,1166,1165],"class_list":["post-1445","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-islandlife","category-off-island-stories","tag-coastal-life","tag-coastal-living","tag-imagining-myself-on-the-beach","tag-island-life","tag-life-changes","tag-living-on-a-beach","tag-moving-to-a-new-home"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1445","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1445"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1445\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1445"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1445"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1445"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}