things that have made me acutely aware of time’s passage
& thus, have made me nostalgic for the present:
daily walks on the same route, over the course of a full season
reading a really good book, knowing it is going to end and simultaneously wishing it never would
having a baby, watching him grow by the second
sometimes, when we are really present, we see that the present is ongoing. and sometimes, when we witness the ongoingness of it all,
when we momentarily slip out of the river that has been carrying us, which is a river that is forever flowing
we see that it has never really been the same, and that it was never going to be the same
that the drops of river we’ve been immersed in are always changing, always anew
that each changing moment quite literally offers (to us) a new reality
& if we pay attention, we can see it
change.
and that is on grief and wonder and curiosity and joy existing everywhere, all at once.
