The mind is a power thing, isn’t it. It thinks and stores memories but do we know how it works, I for one, don’t. In any form of art, we are use our thoughts and memories to create things that don’t exist outside our heads, until we put it into words, carve it in stone or wood or paint it. Yet as we age so the borders between what’s real and what are thoughts and memories blur.
Yesterday afternoon when my husband arrived home from work we went to see my poor old Mum. She has to have 24 hour care. With all the bad weather we haven’t been able to take her out as we normally do so she can enjoy the fresh air, see the changes in the seasons and buy things from the local shops. Sunday with its bright blue sky and warm sunshine was brilliant and the change in her was amazing as she seemed to come alive.
Her body has given up on her, and, at times to us, her mind becomes muddled though she still seems knows who I am, but not my husband. Yesterday, she kept telling us that the Mill where we once lived wasn’t there anymore. I kept telling her it was, but she didn’t seem to understand. Whether it was because she had seen the floods on the news and thought of how it uses to flood when we lived there, I wasn’t sure.
This morning while out walking with my friend Ana I was talking about my Mum and her insistent about the mill not being there anymore, when I suddenly remembered that Mum shocked me a few years when she told me she had read the book the ‘Mill on the Floss.’
Suddenly I understood. With everyone talking about the floods and me chatting to her about the mill where I grew up in my mother’s mind maybe everything came together for her as in the book ‘The Mill on the Floss’ the building was swept away.
At the moment, I can’t seem to stay focused on my writing. I hate it when this happens and I’m beginning to think it’s because my house needs a clean. Its just getting dusty really but it plays on my mind.
Clean house and a sorted mind…
Once everything is in its right place I can stay focused on my writing again, so if I can’t settle today, I shall get busy with some cleaning.
Oh and here’s a link to the mill where I grew up, and yes it is still there, but not as we knew it.