Of late,  I am left dumbfounded by how the daysandmoments have begun to hurry on. It is humbling and somewhat eerie to think back on all that has passed; to calculate – to reckon – thus to find it has been years. Thereby to feel a dizziness akin to a subtly tilted Earth.
Yet still, there is no moment but this. To this I try to bring my keenest awareness that I may be consciously, deeply grateful; for if I were to inhabit any other, odds would be very good indeed that I might feel very bad indeed.
In the moments I still spend in shade, I can look back with greater poise at the dappled nature of the path trodden to this largely light-filled place. I know that being able to navigate through the darkest reaches prepared me all the more to dwell in grace and gratitude that my life is no longer such.
And I feel the falling of all that I have known to be true, reeling away into the infinite. I seek the smaller and simpler truths that are born in each moment I inhabit; that my understanding be made new along with each tick of the clock. To recall that the unknown has held every encounter with joy and awe, even as it flashes past my brimful eyes; dances with fleet and tender feet across my open heart.
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