As we journey onwards in life, more and more spaces within us fill with absence. We begin to have more and more friends among the dead. Every person suffers the absence of their past. It is utterly astonishing how the force and fiber of each day unravel into the vacant air of yesterday. You look behind you and you see nothing of your days here. Our vanished days increase our experience of absence. Yet our past does not deconstruct as if it never was. Memory is the place where our vanished days secretly gather. Memory rescues experience from total disappearance. The kingdom of memory is full of the ruins of presence. It is astonishing how faithful experience actually is; how it never vanishes completely. Experience leaves deep traces in us. It is surprising that years after something has happened to you the needle of thought can hit some groove in the mind and the music of a long vanished event can rise in your soul as fresh and vital as the evening it happened.
can we feel into deeper silence?
inquiry for today~ may the act of forgiveness be enough….
When all is said and done,
we are just walking each other
Patty Griffin in “No Bad News” has line that says – I ain’t gettin’ outa here alive anyway … yes we are all accompanying each other home, that is a the sweetest thought when given perspective
Yes! We don’t have to be anything special….we can simply acknowledge the edges we all experience:)