My name is Betsy Pool. I’ve put off beginning this blog/vlog for, oh… about 9 years. Nine years that have been a journey characterized by rather enormous transformation in my life and the lives of my family. Initially I thought this would someday become a book. A hat tip to Francis Mayes, “Under the Tuscan Sun,” my book would be called “Under the Turin Moon: A Time Traveler’s Guide to La Dolce Vita.” It is not easy to understand where to begin this tale, so I will begin with today, and in time share more of what happened in the past—both near and very, very distant; and in the future, or at least one of many possible futures, as well…
Today is Saturday, March 19, 2016. I remember what I was doing on this day forty-nine years ago. It was March 19, 1967 and I was five years old.
As a child, I never felt completely at home in this world. Memories of a future, more advanced civilization filled my head and finding myself amongst humans and their everyday stories, was odd.
On that day, in 1967, a magical event took place on planet earth, that changed the trajectory of present day humanity. Most people were unaware that anything special had happened, I remember that day well…
I am playing alone in my living room. We have a brick fireplace with an elevated hearth. I stand on it and jump off. I leap from baby blanket to baby blanket—which I’ve carefully laid out across the living room floor. In my childhood world, each baby blanket is a “Time Island.” Each leap transports me into a fantastically different world.
At a certain point, I rise up, called from my imaginary worlds. I walk to stand in front of the piano bench that is partially tucked under our piano. Behind the piano is a large mirror.
As the magical event takes place, I stand gazing at my five year old self in the mirror and I make a solemn vow to never forget this moment. This moment, a wise aspect of my eternal self counsels, will be a key to my life Mission.
For the next forty-five years of my life, I have clearly remembered making this agreement with myself, but what I agreed to never forget, was lost to me.
Do you remember gazing in a mirror at some point in your life and making an agreement with yourself to never forget…? Only now you can’t remember what that agreement was about?
I hope you will join me on this journey through “Confessions of a Time Monk.” Over time, as we get to know one another, I will share what happened on this day, exactly 49 years ago, and also the sacred agreement that I eventually remembered making with myself. Perhaps, if you are open to this, in our journey together memories will rewaken for you, as well.