#remembering — Public Fediverse posts
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"Please remember what you were about to forget." How a recorded announcement on Japanese buses sticks in my mind (and maybe yours).
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12 years ago today, my mom passed away. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her and her sweet uplifting presence and smiling face and of course, our mutual love for music. There have been so many songs that I've really wanted to share with her throughout these past years.
I think it's been therapeutic for me to create collages so that's what I've been doing.
#watercolor #photography #collage #alaska #remembering #mom #pictures #missingmom #wonderfulmemories #musicislife
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I searched everywhere for the outdoor weather station sensor and just couldn’t find it. A friend suggested I think of it as an adventure, but I was mostly frustrated.
In the end, it became another reminder of all the little things I can no longer ask Dad. Finding the sensor brought some relief, but it also made me realize how much I still miss being able to turn to him for answers.
#GriefJourney #Remembering #LifeReflections #Family #EverydayLife
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I loved my Bridge Street, Mifflintown apartment, and often return there in dreams. Late high school buddy Ken was a frequent visitor. #oldtimes #goodolddays #olddays #memory #memories #remembering #rememberingoldtimes #goodtimes #thesearethegoodtimes #heirloomfurniture #furniture #1970s #1970sstyle #1970style #vintage #heirloom #old #ancient #book #books #apartment #apartmentlife #1970sfashion #heirloomfashion #vintagefashion #70sfashion #twentiethcentury #twentiethcenturyfashion
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How Curiosity and Creativity Became the Story of My Life
I don't remember deciding to become a creative person. I think I just never stopped being a curious kid. Like every toddler, I was convinced the world existed solely for my investigation. Everything deserved to be touched, tasted, shaken, stacked, thrown, or, if possible, taken apart. My parents probably called it "getting into things." I called it research. By the time I was three or four, crayons became my medium of choice. There wasn't much technique involved. My artistic philosophy at […]https://xinkblotz.com/2026/07/19/how-curiosity-and-creativity-became-the-story-of-my-life/
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What Endures: What Sam Neill Helped Me Remember
I thought I was mourning an actor. Instead, I found myself remembering the child who believed dinosaurs could inspire a lifetime of questions.
Coral fossil at Thacher State Park, NYThe passing of Sam Neill hit me harder than I expected.
I’ve mourned musicians before. There’s something uniquely heartbreaking about realizing you’ll never hear a new song in their voice again. But this was the first time I’d experienced something similar with an actor, and it surprised me.
So I decided to sit quietly with what I was feeling instead of trying to explain it away.
After all, this was someone I’d never met. I knew him only through the characters he brought to life on screen—most notably Dr. Alan Grant in Jurassic Park, one of my favorite films of all time.
As I sat with those emotions, I realized something unexpected.
I wasn’t truly sad.
I was deeply emotional.
There is a difference.
The emotion wasn’t coming from the loss of someone I knew personally.
It came from the memories his work awakened.
The child who spent hours fascinated by dinosaurs, lying on the bedroom floor while my father read dinosaur books to me.
The teenager who read Jurassic Park during the first week of August 1992…
The young woman who saw the film the week it was released…
I realized I wasn’t only remembering a movie.
I was remembering wonder.
Glacial Striations. Black Mountain, NYSBy the age of three, I was completely obsessed with dinosaurs. I would share facts and ridiculously long, unpronounceable names with anyone who would listen, becoming a walking dinosaur encyclopedia.
My father nurtured that curiosity. He read dinosaur books with me, and my shelves gradually filled with dinosaur books and fossils. My parents even took me to the American Museum of Natural History in New York City so I could stand beneath the dinosaur skeletons I’d only seen in books. My Dad took me to see Baby: Secret of the Lost Legend, a movie about dinosaurs surviving in a hidden corner of the world. Then there was the legend of the Loch Ness Monster. To my childhood mind, none of it seemed impossible. The world still felt wonderfully mysterious.
My love for dinosaurs persisted, though my obsession waned until 1992, when I spotted a white paperback book with a black T. rex skeleton on the cover titled Jurassic Park while vacationing in Maine. Without a second thought, I claimed that book as my own, and within three days on the beach, I’d devoured the entire story. A year later, when the movie was released, I saw it during its first week in theaters—and then again and again. I must have seen Jurassic Park at least three times on the big screen. The wonder inspired by Michael Crichton’s story and brought to life by Sam Neill’s portrayal of Dr. Alan Grant became another step on the path that eventually led me toward a career in geology.
Author on Prospect Mountian TrailAs I revisited Jurassic Park the other night in honor of Sam Neill, I found myself waiting for one particular scene. It’s the moment when Dr. Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler, Ian Malcolm, and John Hammond are driving through the park. Ellie notices a leaf from a plant that should have been extinct for millions of years. Alan isn’t looking at the leaf anymore. He’s already frozen, staring into the distance.
Every time I watch it, I cry.
It isn’t because of the dinosaurs.
This time I finally understood why.
It’s because of what that moment represents.
Can you imagine devoting your life to studying something you’ve only known through fossils, books, and imagination—and then suddenly finding yourself standing before it, alive?
The emotions I felt at the passing of Sam Neill weren’t simply about losing an actor. They were about honoring the child who lay on the bedroom floor listening to dinosaur stories, the teenager who couldn’t put Jurassic Park down, and the woman who still looks at the world with the same wide-eyed curiosity. Maybe that’s the quiet gift this experience offered me—not a reminder of what I’d lost, but a reminder of what has endured. That child is still very much present. She just asks different questions now.
The little things don’t make life smaller. They make life deeper.
We often think memories belong to us alone. But sometimes they have caretakers—books, films, songs, voices, and people we’ve never met. When one of those caretakers is gone, the memories don’t disappear. They simply ask us to hold them ourselves.
Adirondack MountiansSometimes I wonder if we’re not only mourning a person. Perhaps we’re mourning the version of ourselves that first met them—the dreams they inspired, the season of life they became part of, and the quiet goodness they reflected back to us.
Maybe I wasn’t mourning an actor after all.
Maybe I was remembering wonder.
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