Before walking up the old railway bridge I turned around and took this picture. It was the sunset time; the sky was yellow, and a tiny orange cloud sitting at the skyline looked like a puff of smoke left by a distant steam engine rolling at full speed into nowhere.
There is no train, the bridge is abandoned. Too late, the last train is gone.
I used to know a woman who acted like she was fifty even when she was twenty. Never changed. Never married. When I was overwhelmed with caring for my young daughter, studying and doing several jobs she would say : The one who lives slowly lives long.
Another woman, my mother’s colleague, never got married and never had any friends because she had a heart problem. She would do her gardening, sit on her porch and take long and slow walks. She would wind up an old gramophone and put it outside – I loved it! She is in her 80s now, still doing pretty much the same things.
I wonder, did they miss their train?
Growing older, I often feel like I am standing in the platform and watching the others board the train and leave. I cannot catch up. My ticket has expired, and my luggage is all over the place. Isn’t it a time to start living slowly?
I did miss many important trains. I could have done more for my Grandma. Being fed and comfortable is not enough. I could have taken her for a fun train trip to a big city she was always asking about (What is there in fashion now? Does everybody wear the shoes like yours?)
And now there is only a puff of smoke left at the skyline.
Mable Hillery, How long this train been gone
Have a happy day!
Wonderful writing, Inese. And absolutely truth. Life has its rules and we do not feel strong enough to change them. Afterwards, when there is only a puff of smoke left at the skyline, then we remember with guilt. But it is too late. Anyway, I am just remembering another train:.
Lino – thank you for your comment and for the song. You are so right about the rules of life: very often I physically feel the limits and boundaries I cannot step over, even that I know it would have changed a lot. Something resists, like invisible wall. We cannot fight against life.
I am sure I had more regrets when I was younger. Now there are just a few left. Experience changes perspective 🙂
‘Did they miss their train?’ I’m going to steal that for a poem, you know!
Go ahead 🙂
Fantastic post. Love the music, the post, and the reflections. I always think of ‘Sliding doors’ and those moments in life when sometimes a choice, sometimes chance sends you one way or another with completely different results. We never know, but we have to fully own our life and make sure we live it such as it is, rather than always worry about where we are going. It is indeed the journey that is important.
Thank you for your comment, Olga! I too think that we should focus on our present, and live today, otherwise we will get nowhere.
Loved your blog as usual. I took an image of a graphophone in St. Augustine at the LIghtner Museum. I can visualize the woman on her porch listening to records.
It was in the early 60s. We didn’t have any device to play music outside, except her Gramophone. My friend and I would dance till we drop. Tales from the Vienna Woods – my first classical music experience. God bless that lady, her name is Leontine.
Great photo, love the bridge and that teasel just peeking up at the bottom. But your words are also very thought-provoking, poignant and beautiful Inese.
Thank you so much for your comment, Andrea. It means a lot to me.
Have an inspiring retreat!
Thanks Inese, I’ll be off soon 🙂
A railroad ran thru the town where I grew up. We used to play on the tracks, and on the bridges which we called trestles. I even fell off a box car one time and hit my head on the coupling. That may explain my weirdness. Or, it could have been the time I fell thru an opening in a hay loft and hit my head on the floor of the barn startling the cows which were being milked at the time. It’s amazing I’m still alive.
I knew that your extraordinary astrological vision must be related to some sort of bang… a big bang…
I used to play and walk on the tracks and have a good few stories related to the “near-misses”… Good old railway tracks…
I am touched by your thoughts. Sometimes I feel the same too, whether I missed those important trains…I guess what matter is we keep the ones that we have as beautiful memories 🙂
Lovely photo Inese and wishing you a great weekend!
Thank you for your kind comment, Indah! Memories do matter 🙂
Have a great weekend you too!
This post made me think of things I have missed. There are plenty and most of them have to do with letting chances to be loving to slip away.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Imelda! You know what is a good news? There is always more than one train, and you can also change your route – just don’t forget where you are going 🙂
traveling slowly – i get asked where I’m traveling fairly often (being amongst they who backpack everywhere) and i tell them I’m living life and not really traveling, which seems a foreign notion. They who are younger have not yet discovered that life is the true journey
True! Thank you for your comment!
There is such a dreamy quality to this post, Ines! I am thinking we each have our own pace at which we live and there is no ‘right’ speed. I hope you danced when the gramophone was brought out 🙂
Thank you Christy, it is what I think too. We are “winded up” to a certain speed, each of us different.
And I did dance! We both loved waltzes 🙂
Few things are more haunting than the sound of a train whistle. Lovely post Inesse. Hugs. 🙂
Thank you, Teagan! Hugs! 🙂
this is a delight to read – reflective, poignant and the (often sad but happy too) truths of our passing lives.
Thank you for your kindness, John.
I love my life but I am not really sad that it is passing: there is time for everything… Missing some people makes me sad though. And lately – feeling inadequate some times.
Great pic. Very nostalgic feeling.
Thank you, David!
Interesting analogy of the train with time passing by. I think Eastern philosophies use a river in a similar way, but yours is more urban and graphic. The song is great and goes really well with your thoughts.
Thank you for stopping by, Maria! I love this song too 🙂
Love this post.
Thank you John!
An interesting view for seeing how should we go along in life. I think you are right that sometimes it seems that we are not fast enough to catch everything. Perhaps, we should slow down and just lets things go by and enjoy the slow pace..
Thank you for reading! I too wonder… But probably there is not universal answer, because our trains are leaving from the different platforms:)
As you get older, I am not sure the platforms matter much. We may not be able to get on any train or missed the destination 🙂
Such a beautiful and poignant post, dear Inese!,
I really enjoyed reading through your lines as I picture the whole picture and the analogy between Life passing by and the train of Life (i.e I wonder, did they miss their train?)…
The first picture in sephia tones is captivating and I like it very much…
And on a further note… you made me think of the expression “En train de” which it is a sort of “ing” gerund form…
Example: Je suis en train de lire ce billet, translates to I am reading this post…
Isn’t that one an eloquent way to highlight the continuity in actions… Such an interesting linguistic approach, don’t you think?.
Thank you very much for sharing!. All the very best to you and yours. Love and hugs Aquileana 😀
Thank you for reading and commenting, dear Aquileana! Life does pass, and it is a fact:)
“I am reading” adds some personal touch, some intimacy – doesn’t it?
Thank you so much for being so kind !
A very thought provoking post, my friend. Like you, I can recall trains I missed and regret. As I see my family getting older I am more sensitive to trying to not let important trains leave the station without me being on board. But, there are also trains that I could have boarded and chose not to do so. They would have taken me to different places and people and I rather like the present place and company. Cheers
Well, we can not reschedule these trains. What is gone is gone, and what is done is done. And you are right – we choose our destinations 🙂
This is an amazing post. And, the song brings it all together….
Thank you so much, Kate! This photograph set the mood for me, and the song sealed it:)
I´m sure we all wished we could have done more for a family member that has passed and have done more with our lives and that photo is very melancholic, the colours almost seem to be painted. Plus you add the song on top and this was yet another great post.
Thank you, friend! 🙂
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