F a e r n In The W o r k s » its the little things

Welcome Home, You Were Here Once

faern! — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 14:21:57 +0000

All I’m trying to do is gather some sort of memory. Some sort of understanding. But what really happened when my mom passed is I remembered that which is gone. That she was my only tie to what I knew of my past, basically I remembered that I don’t remember. I recall having this epiphany at a high school age and asking for help, which was refused.
There, an actual memory. Now on to find ones that don’t send me into a fear based tail spin. Maybe 10 years from now or with some sickening hypnosis I’ll find one.

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Mellowdramatic memory recorder

faern! — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 15:46:05 +0000

A while back I started “Its the little things”- A vehicle, a sort of catalyst to moving through. Some vagrant way of tip toeing through one of the most troubling times of my life. As if some mini memory can shroud wha was actually happening.
I’ve chosen to pick this up again, in a sense, for the next few days, plucking possibly inconsequential tid-bits out of the depths of someone’s understanding and placing them here. Mellowdramatic memory recorder – pics and text direct from phone. Not really seeking solace, but somewhere in between there and the facts, incommensurate memorabilia of lost loves, disreguarded futures, and moving on.

(pic is not memory related/ just starting out and I’ve never used this app before so I have no idea how it looks… I also don’t have my computer with me … )

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Noticing how the ‘little things’ are turning into ‘little moments’

faern! — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 17:23:46 +0000

Last year, when i started writing ‘it’s the little things’ ( found here: “it’s the little things category” ) I was fascinated with objects- mostly that had been around since childhood, memories lost but held somehow in these tangible things. Cracking each piece open, individually taking things in hand that meant so much to the people around me, and too me, but the feeling of loss surrounded these objects anyways- so strange, personification of objects which really just came from a moment- the moment the picture was taken, the gift given, the marriage occurring- all past moments that held immense gravity due to a sense of grief.

But now, as I look around me to see about these things, to see what they are now I realize- these objects aren’t obtainable right now- it’s all in the moments.

The moment waiting for the light to change to cross the street or the sun falling across the houseplants- that’s all there really is.

PS- its getting to the end of voting for my photo in the finalists to get Yoga for Hope some dough!

please vote! http://bit.ly/foROeg

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its the little things, 2011

faern! — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 18:43:50 +0000

“its the little things : you’ll never know what you’ll find”

{image is an ‘out-take’ from a new project entitled ‘InterUrban Reflections’}

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once were little things

faern! — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 20:36:00 +0000

here’s the last image i took about a week before my mom passed away for ‘it’s the little things’

and so… i’m saying basically …. i divulged these ‘its the little things’ for as long as they created a teeny escape from what i was dealing with… minimal moments. when things were really escalating, becoming more and more difficult caring for my mom, supporting her as best as could be done, the little things lost their majik . and as i sit here, directly mourning, allowing things to be things, moments to be moments and i plan to let it go as long as i can, but as i sit here, remembering, i see these little things as specs right now, soon enough support will grow. but for now , i’m going to allow myself to cry over the light switch if i feel like it, but more likely i see a slice and parts are missing…

also: please see this related post

http://interludeactuate.wordpress.com/2010/03/16/slice-of-life-1/

(picture in picture : my grandmother and her mom, um… a long time ago)

http://interludeactuate.wordpress.com/2010/03/16/a-slice-of-a-start/