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TWENTYSOMETHING by Ishi Dinim
Plenty to think about, to write about. Trying to reflect on the immensity of time in a year past exposes my cracks in memory and the transformation in attitudes towards the experiences that were retained. Constant changes occurring, flashing between old depths and new heights. Aspirations, agonies, breaking patterns, finding discipline, passion, choice, growing, adapting, always trying to recall what really matters.
I was standing in puddles of werewolf blood and hot bullet casings at work last week. There was a surreal moment, during that 16-hour work day, where I found myself saying in my head, “I don’t know who I am anymore?” Thankfully I’ve been able to partly remember or reinvent who that exactly is. There is so much activity in the world that it is easy to alienate the core of what we’re truly all about. I drove past a church the other day and there was some saying about not letting busyness get in the way of love. I am the love part not the busy part.
When my grandpa Bob was dying in 1986 my father offered him a session in a sensory deprivation tank, he accepted. As the story goes during his time in that tank a major shift took place. “I’m never going to wear a belt again.” From that moment until his death he never did, opting for suspenders or nothing at all.
Meeting babies, children, and old people allows a window into different perspectives on life. Varieties of peoples’ size, age, colour, shape, and stories make for interesting encounters and fills the imagination.
Thank you to each person who took the time this past year to write and share ideas, hopes, and dreams. It is inspiring to connect with strangers that appreciate a good bit of correspondence.
Activity, motion, air filling the lungs and blood rushing around inside me. That is what is important. Getting exercise keeps the sanity.
It is too beautiful outside to continue writing so I leave you this year with a great appreciation for life. We have everything we need to get by. Enjoy it.
Quotes:
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
- Matt Groening
The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
- Allan K. Chalmers
Ishi graduated from Emily Carr Institute of Art and Design in 2001, with a BFA major in photography. He makes films, collects cacti, and ponders many things. Currently he is trying to figure out what to do with the rest his life.
contactishi@yahoo.ca waiting to hear echoes back…
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