Suspended in time

There is love.

There is beauty.

And this time of year we feel it more deeply.

We have just cherished a season. We have planned and prepped and we have completed our cooking and given our presents.

And now we reflect.

On what has passed and on what might come. What was and what will be. And really this time of year is a time to count our blessings whatever they might be. For each of us has our own story, our gains, our losses, and we understand the world through our own lense.  Each of us sees it differently. And that makes life so beautiful. 

We of the tender hearts club know that we cannot slow down time and so we see it glide by like children racing down a snowy hill on a sled. And so we lament and try to savour the moment. We hope for good things to come for those we love. Tender hearts are gentle. They can only handle so much and so we must rest in between the stories, the events, the seasons so we can seize the joy.

I have taken the time to write down all the things that I did that were important to me this year a few months ago. This week I will add a few more things to that list. I have started writing short verse, tiny little poems in my day book. making the day a poem as it comes to a close.  That is something I want to continue. It is not a resolution but a hope and a possibility. Little meditations on the day. Trying to string words like silver beads.

We are meant to remember. We are meant to savour the moment. And we are meant to hope. There is no one of these without the other for even as we enjoy the moment it is passing and the next one is coming. Time is fluid and we are in it. Suspended in time. One day slips into another. We celebrate Christmas and then we roll into a new year. And our job is to carry love  into each day as if it were a celebration itself. We must warm ourselves with the fire in our hearts and seize the day. 

I wrote to you earlier that I find myself less reflective this fall. I am just staying open and ready rather than planning too much. Every day is a miracle really. Only a fool would think any different. That you are her in this time and place. That paths cross, that stars shine, that the ground holds us. And these are not tiny miracles