tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22066416.post4260376561210204165..comments2023-07-04T22:09:51.208+08:00Comments on Tropic Temper: Seasonal sadnessGlenda Larkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10113271268122909969noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22066416.post-25745782417925782022007-12-23T17:17:00.000+08:002007-12-23T17:17:00.000+08:00The human condition, eh? Time to remember that peo...The human condition, eh? <BR/><BR/>Time to remember that people who have to take drugs for certain brain chemistry problems often hate them because they also smooth out the highs as well as the lows. Normal sorrow is manageable, and the highs were great.Glenda Larkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10113271268122909969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22066416.post-57964275759902248682007-12-23T15:38:00.000+08:002007-12-23T15:38:00.000+08:00Yes, the past is another country, and another pers...Yes, the past is another country, and another person lived in this skin then. When bitter-sweet memories arise, I try to feel that person's joy without the filter of cynicism that time necessarily imposes. I can never succeed for long, though. The pain that put that filter in place is still there, not far below the surface.<BR/><BR/>Letting go is hard to do:-)Satima Flavellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17427849961195148899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22066416.post-4377006304076482102007-12-21T23:41:00.000+08:002007-12-21T23:41:00.000+08:00On the other hand, we will have kids and grandkids...On the other hand, we will have kids and grandkids at Christmas this year, in the UK. Usually its just us.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14087140585742801854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22066416.post-18763977433533257262007-12-21T16:47:00.000+08:002007-12-21T16:47:00.000+08:00So true. Actually on Christmas day I will have ch...So true. <BR/><BR/>Actually on Christmas day I will have children around, just not mine...looking forward to that.<BR/><BR/>And that line from Rebecca - amazing how something so simple can resonate still, years later. It does with me too. Another opening line that does that for me: "The past is another country..." from The Go-between.Glenda Larkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10113271268122909969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22066416.post-71324604711792720892007-12-21T16:27:00.000+08:002007-12-21T16:27:00.000+08:00Oh dear, you're beginning to sound like me - all n...Oh dear, you're beginning to sound like me - all nostalgia and elegy! The aching beauty of memories.<BR/><BR/>Perhaps this is another reason why we should try to have children around us at Christmas time. Not because Christmas is <I>for</I> children, but because their presence reminds us of the joy of new lives and new generations, where otherwise we can become weighed down with the sadness of remembering absent friends and relatives who have passed on and share our Christmas cheer no more. At a midwinter festival we need the balance between honouring the past and welcoming the future - between which we ourselves stand as the bridge.<BR/><BR/>Sorry, getting moody again. That aside, your post reminded me of the opening of Daphne du Maurier's <I>Rebecca</I>: <I>Last night I dreamt I went to Manderly again...'</I>hrugaarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08621922879300266376noreply@blogger.com