Time after time

I'm a little excited as this weekend I'm going to take myself off to see The Time Traveler's Wife. I loved, loved, loved the book, it's one of those reads that stay with you for a long time after you've closed the cover. Of course, I'm a little apprehensive about how it will translate to the screen.

I'm fascinated by the idea of time travel. Ever since I saw and read Playing Beattie Bow, I've wanted to time travel. I used to love going to Old Sydney Town and pretending I really had gone back in time. I guess it comes from my love of history. As a kid I could wander around the Rocks for hours and almost imagine myself 150 years back in time. Plus as a theme for a movie nothing is better - think of Back to the Future, Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, 12 Monkeys.

I always thought that if I had the opportunity to time travel that I would pick somewhere like colonial Australia, medieval England, renaissance Italy, New York in the 50s. As the years go by, I'm beginning to think I'd like to travel back to moments in my own life. Baking cakes with my grandmother; playing murder in the dark with my oldest friend; my sixth birthday party; Christmases past; finishing my HSC; my wedding day; those first few moments of my girls' lives. While most of those events are etched into my brain, it would be incredible to go back and live in that moment once again. Soak in every scent; bottle every emotion; capture every sensation.

I guess until they invent a time machine I should just make sure that I stop and soak in every moment as life rushes past.

Have a good weekend. x

A special note to my old friend - I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils. 

Thank you for your compassion, love and generosity. You influenced my life more than you knew. 

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