How to make a Weimaraner laugh

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There’s been a month of wind-whistling blogging here, so time for a brief interlude in which to walk dogs, take some photos, and drink more tea. I did set out to do a daily blog which is for me a really intriguing process, in how things link at such speed and lead to other posts and the patterns that emerge…

The other day I replied to a comment and realised I was inspired to do this blog by reading L P Hartley’s The Go-Between, and a book about the making of the film of it (which is where my Pinter quote comes from on the About page) a few weeks ago. (Bear with me on this, it’s all made up as I go along…)

I was fascinated by the idea that experiences in childhood linger for a lifetime. Now, The Go-Between may be said to be about traumatic experiences in childhood (even if they may not seem to be on the surface) leading to a kind of paralysis in the process of living as an adult. But it made me think how all experiences, good or bad or indifferent, inform our creative imaginations, and images or words from them trigger subdued parts of ourselves and reconnect us with past selves. I’ll quote a perfectly apt and thoughtful comment made by BookishNature:

They’re like little time portals, giving us the chance to hold memories in our hands; to relive moments and to wander amongst all the associations they evoke…

Some of it may be nostalgia, but it’s also about the present, and taking those ‘portals’ and using them for new things, or learning from them for new ways of living imaginatively in the present and future.

Of course, this is all the musings of a windbag… but just a thought… back soon…

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4 thoughts on “How to make a Weimaraner laugh

  1. That is a good way to approach ‘nostalgia’ or even the past – I like the phrase ‘ways of living imaginatively’.
    Well done for maintaining the daily blogging – I must admit I had a job keeping up with reading them!

  2. Thanks for this! 🙂 It’s so great when thoughts and experiences connect! There’s a kind of life phenomenon, I think, which seems to particularly shine its lustre when we reach our forties. It’s like a folding back towards yourself, to pause and explore all the patterns and stories of the path you’ve taken, so that you can all the more fully explore the path yet to come. As you say, it’s about understanding, direction and creativity – life working in cycles, all linked together.

    At this stage of life, I hear Wordsworth whispering in my ear more and more. He knew this phenomenon so well – childhood memory, ‘spots of time,’ ‘The child is father of the man.’ The ‘visionary’ power associated with childhood, and the adult’s memory of it. His poetry is so suffused with it:

    ‘Though nothing can bring back the hour
    Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
    We will grieve not, rather find
    Strength in what remains behind;
    In the primal sympathy
    Which having been must ever be…’

    Wordsworth – Intimations of Immortality From Recollections of Early Childhood.

    Have an enjoyable blogging break, full of inspiration. Looking forward to your further musings – which are in no way of the ‘windbag’ variety, I have to say; more of a following of those Wordsworthian ‘viewless winds’ that help us ‘see into the life of things.’

    Oh – and what a beautiful dog! Happy walks and tea drinking!

    • ‘Splendour in the grass’ is such a good phrase, and this is great stuff, thanks for sharing it. It all leads to keeping the imagination open doesn’t it, keeping it protected and watered when there’s so much competition for the space it takes up…

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