23 August 2017
We all have
a center of stillness
surrounded by silence.
~ Dag Hammarskjold
Why is it that when these should be "the golden years",
that life should be slowing down to a manageable pace,
I feel busier than ever?
I know that back when I was raising kids, I was running
from one thing to another, just so things were ready for
the next hectic day.
And it still feels that way, to an extent.
Perhaps because I feel time pressing against me,
and the need to get all that I want said and done
Immersed in a family project, I find myself writing about
memories on a daily basis. Which is a good thing. But it
all takes time. Frankly, I thought it might spark some
lively bits of conversation among the kids - my own,
my nephews, etc. It hasn't. I don't think they've reached
the age where they have finally realized that who they are
has a lot to do with where they started, where they came from.
Maybe some day.
I was dashing around the house, and the light coming through
my back window was lovely .... so I snapped this quickie for you!