Remember the Leonard Nimoy show that ran from 1976-1982 called In Search Of? (I love google, so handy with all its quick information.) I remember watching it from time to time as a kid.
One of the episodes I will never forget is when he went to Pompeii. I think it was the first time I had ever seen the remains of the ash encrusted city. I can still see in my mind the tables laid out for a meal, the people statues who didn’t escape the volcano’s force.
I’m not really sure what brought that all to mind. Maybe it was the fact that I’ve been kind of searching for myself the last few days. Old photographs bringing to light chapters of my life long since passed.
My insignificant life is not all that much more significant than those entombed in Pompeii, except I have more stuff to cart around and less of a sense of community these days in this season of a moving transition.
Yesterday I traveled a distant path of my past to collage out my own in search of moment. Here goes. In Search of . . . Myself, Part 1.
The words are: Looking for maps, opening, platform, initiative, logic
Is a faster solution for this issue available, scalable
Big step for Laura in application
I could go into the long drawn out meaning behind these words but I’m not going to. Summarized, I am questioning where I am.
Lighter, ending questions:
- Did you ever watch In Search of . . .?
- Which episode do you remember?
- When’s the last time you collaged for yourself and not for a school project?