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I've had a lot of different versions of this site. My first mostly trainwrecky journal was called the center cannot hold. That evolved into Planning A Sky which evolved into Spots of Time which has evolved into the new version of same. The title of this site is taken from Wordsworth. He intended that when the world is too much with us, when life is not as we would like it, that we retreat mentally - for a moment - back into these "spots of time" - these moments of emotion from the past. Through revisiting these moments, we can trace our own development or simply reflect on what the moment meant at the time and what it means now. 2004 has been one of the worst years (if not the worst year) of my life. I think I might benefit from a little backward retreat. In the true spirit of the title I chose, I'm going to concentrate on my spots of time for awhile. Every entry will feature a picture - often from the past, whether distant or recent, but sometimes from the present - and the memory that the picture invokes. Good things, mostly. Peaceful. The things I return to mentally when the world is too much with me. My spots of time.
There are in our existence spots of time,
That with distinct pre-eminence retain A renovating virtue, whence--depressed By false opinion and contentious thought, Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight, In trivial occupations, and the round Of ordinary intercourse--our minds Are nourished and invisibly repaired; A virtue, by which pleasure is enhanced, That penetrates, enables us to mount, When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen. This efficacious spirit chiefly lurks Among those passages of life that give Profoundest knowledge to what point, and how, The mind is lord and master--outward sense The obedient servant of her will. Such moments Are scattered everywhere, taking their date From our first childhood. --William Wordsworth, The Prelude, Book Twelfth back | next
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