Though I am still ever-committed to the Archives, this morning there is a word pause.
What can I say? The cause seems plain. Time just slipped away…
Pause
Threads of Time
When I moved to this sweet home, I hung Tibetan prayer flags with hopeful wishes. I love to see time reflected in the fabric.
Closing a chapter here, I’m moving to a new place and giving thanks for all that this space has offered me.
This morning at sunrise, I’m embracing change.
Earth Time
“I’ve been here seven years?”
Jeb’s thinking about his age.
Interesting perspective.
“I’ve been on Earth for seven years?”
I nod. Think about my own 37 revolutions around the sun. It’s the longest I’ve been committed to anything. This respirating. Heart beating.
I guess if you’re reading this, you’re dedicated too. Holding steady with this human-living thing.
Until we’re done…
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