As I limp through the end of this literary May, finding myself here on the 31st, I pause to think back on the month and how it went…
Honestly, it seems like the blink of an eye. Mothering small children is a wonderful thing but the way the time passes sort of reminds me of when one eats a terrific meal: it is enjoyed thoroughly, maybe even slowly, it’s satisfying and filling, but really it’s done before you know it, and the details are forgotten shortly after, other than recalling it was really good and life is richer for having had it.
Knowing this about now, the speed, vividness, intensity… forces me to pay attention to the details, but with an airy presence of one who knows it is all so fleeting. Savour, settle, keep it together but don’t tie into knots. Don’t hurry something that is already travelling at light speed.
My children are growing quickly.
In Scotland there’s a saying (and they say the same in other places) that if one doesn’t like the weather, then just wait 5 minutes. In Buddhism, they say life is change. We are surrounded by temporary-ness. There is the now but nothing is quite like it, or ever will be. Take it in, then let it go. I try not to get too bent outta shape about any of it… if it’s a tough time, I know this too shall pass. If it’s great, I appreciate the progress. Overall, I enjoy the trip.
Who knows what next month will bring, or next. Who knows what the years will do. There are few constants but love and I sure love being mama to A & E. I love my life… and I hope to keep writing about it.A in the gazebo