The sun was shining between thick dark clouds as billowy snowflakes fell across the still unfrozen lake yesterday morning. I stood at the window with my mug of hot tea and knew that I'd never remember it. That used to make me sad. I'd see something so beautiful and instantly the struggle would start...trying to find some way to keep it forever, file it away, run for the camera. I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to hold it or have it again when I needed it that I'd almost completely ignore it in the process.
I understand now that these times aren't meant to be remembered, they're meant to be appreciated and let go or the whole of life will only be a memory or a frenzied search for the camera or a beratement of the mind for not being able to recall.
Each moment holds everything that could possibly be needed. All we have to do is acknowledge it.
I understand now that these times aren't meant to be remembered, they're meant to be appreciated and let go or the whole of life will only be a memory or a frenzied search for the camera or a beratement of the mind for not being able to recall.
Each moment holds everything that could possibly be needed. All we have to do is acknowledge it.
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