It would be nice if I had something profound to say – but today? These past few days? Not a single chance. I am living. I probably underestimate how grand that act really is! How does one gauge the value of simply being alive? I have no idea.
I travel north to see my family in less that two weeks. Preparing for that journey is all I can do right now. Preparing to journey – and making it through these days of mystery until more is known about the deteriorating health of my dear, dearest friend.
I see the image of sitting alone on the shore of an empty beach – doing nothing but listening to a sound coming from the waters that seems to fill every nook within me – at the same time it leaves me feeling distant and very, very small.
The rising swell of waves that move forever into shore only to be sucked back out again in a timeless, seamless pattern of coming and going, of up and of down, of in and of out – over and over again – like breathing.
It’s all both profound and insignificant – at the same time. There is no system of weights and measures to use to determine the value of one’s life – of another person’s life. Sometimes everything just feels like movement. Not random. Mundane?
What does preparing one’s self for traveling have to do with the journey itself? Whether the traveling remains upon this planet – or permanently away from it? Is all of life really only a preparation for leaving this body we are so familiar with behind, to travel forward in a form we cannot imagine or begin to understand?
How bound up are we with the passage of time? I feel the season changing, the sunlight beginning to lean toward shortening days and lengthening nights. Plants in the garden have borne their fruit. Leaves are yellowing here and there – soon to fall.
We are not outside the bounds of time any more than we escape the bounds of gravity except by conveyance in something human made. I feel myself moving more slowly, unable to know what the future might hold at the same time I am always preparing to join those mysteries in a time that does not yet exist in my world.
“Time will tell.” What a saying. I am caught in the movements of time as if I am but a tiny drop in some gigantic ocean.
Time will tell……
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