Sunday, November 17, 2013

all things must pass

every once in a while that little magic bubble that surrounds you pops and reminds you of your mortality. i am still in shock over the loss of a friend this week. there really are no words right now. i falter even typing these. my heart is carefully guarding my extended seattle family. i feel so privileged to have this beautiful person in common with them and will turn to them now.

his passing reminds me so clearly that we can't wait for the things we want, to tell someone we love them...whatever it is you want, don't wait. it is a reminder to guard preciously how we spend our waking hours, as well as our dream life, for surely what we choose in the daytime becomes our night time. we know this. we hear it all the time. does it really penetrate? i'm not so sure.

there is the past. there is the now. there is the future. often we don't live in either of those places. often we are in an in-between place. waiting for the future. hesitating because of the past. not really in the now. i don't want to live in this in-between place - waiting for the next evening out, for the girls to fall asleep, for the next date night, the next holiday. i want to be here in this one real second i am guaranteed. so i'll sit with this pain. hug my children. momentarily forget the hurt. and start all over again.

"you can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. the waiting place…for people just waiting. waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a yes or no or waiting for their hair to grow. everyone is just waiting. waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their uncle jake or a pot to boil, or a better break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or another chance. everyone is just waiting. no! that’s not for you! somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying..." - dr. seuss

image - inge morath


  1. Such beautiful words, and we can never be reminded enough to go after what we want but live in the moment while we're on the journey towards it. Thank you so much. I am sorry for your loss.

  2. Beautifully thoughtful and true words written with wisdom and love. May you all find strength at this time and be surrounded by love and support. And may his spirit continue to inspire you. xxx