29 October 2015

tenth of a blip




Bedecked now in thick socks and sweater, huddled under covers with candle going on the sill -- these sweaty days of summer seem far off. But weren't so long ago really. A blip in the history of the world, no, not even a blip, not even a tenth of a blip.

I like seasons.

And I am trying to live more fully in them. Not longing for ones gone...or to come.

I do not want, anymore, to feel a certain feeling (which I manufacture) which is the sense of being penultimate. Of being in some purgatorial stage of almost-being, almost-having, almost-arriving. That this is the next-to-last and the next one is It. Is defining. Or worse: did I pass It without noticing?

What contentment is found there? None. No, no. You won't find it there. Because it doesn't live there, in that some-other-place

-- and neither do you.

2 comments:

  1. Hmm. Good point! We can only live in the present. Cliche to say, but it really is the "journey" and not the destination. Thanks for the advice. Cute photos ^_^

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  2. These words. I needed them. Bless you. also, you are the cutest human around.

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