markers of any kind – just give some to me!
The permanence and impermanence of so many things.
I could jot down my thoughts, in the spirit of
Just Jot It January
and then go off and take out my bright scented markers, but yesterday was one of those bad eye days.
Am I losing my remaining sight?
If that’s what’s happening, will it be forever permanent? And, if it were, that wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it? I’m sure I’d survive, but it would leave an indelible impression. It already has.
I ask myself these questions. I miss my markers. A recent Facebook video from Newfoundland, all about the colours of that magical far-off place, made me think I still haven’t let what once was go.
As for my markers, people tell me to draw, to take them out and draw whatever, anyway. Don’t let my lack of seeing what I once did stop me.
Easy for them to say, I say often to myself, about so many things. Note: Must limit such statements of self pity.
I don’t know how the marks some make on the world will ever be erased. Some things, markers and actions, are permanent and other times, it can all be washed away, as if life were one giant dry erase board.
Thanks, Ruth from Image and Words, for such a lovely choice of prompt words. For how you see it, life that is.
Visit her blog at the first link provided in this post. Or, in other words – (or indelible).