Pete and I have a county not far from where we live now which we can only name “placeholder.” Perhaps you have one of those on your personal life map?
What is a placeholder? Well, for me it starts with a faint but persistent math memory from grade school. Something about “0” holding a place in a subtraction lesson. Sound familiar?
The county we call our placeholder include a couple little towns in Skagit County in Washington state. These towns and the memories we each have marked months of separation: we lived apart during that time though in the same town. It was pivotal time in our relationship and over the past 18 years we revisit those places and find bits or chunks of of our individual selves that linger … holding a place in our memory or in the place’s themselves.
Yesterday’s experience with placeholder memories for me were more about being in the moment willing to savor a new recipe(for chicken pot pie specifically) after the surprise of its unexpected form!
Rather than living a metaphor I enjoyed a fresh version of now and I loved it! Yum. That’s progress. That old math problem takes on a nuanced meaning. Hmm. Zero can mean more than nothing.
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