The Most Abiding One...January 6, 2022

So Time's been everywhere lately. I can't seem to shake her, though I indulge her sometimes too.

Hearing a whisper behind me, I look back, and Time smiles sweetly. I look out the window. She is across the street, winking and waving. I hear a cry and turn around, to find her lounging in my living room.

She is everywhere, and she is nowhere.

For when I reach out to her...my little boys dancing in the ocean or swinging in the backyard...she fades away, relegated to vapor. I travel to yoga class, gaze in a mirror, a woman standing strong looks back...a Warrior Woman. My heart aches, as Time fades away.

Perhaps Time visits you too.

She can be a trickster, a seducer. She might take us to a fantasy island of what ifs, better thens and all kinds of deceitful, hard-edged, just wrong.

She is a playmate of Grief. The two pals fill us with something we can't quite name or escape, for what once gave us hope and sustenance, then left us.

But Love hasn't left us. Her heart beats, her body whole, her spirit strong.

Like a compass, Time and Grief point us to our longing...to find Love, what we have loved dearly. All the stuff that will be sealed in our hearts forever and everywhere...

...where there are smiles and hugs and giggles and oceans and yoga mirrors and swings and celebrations and moments with our beloved ones, and us too.

So we pull back to Present, dust ourselves off, and bow to Time and Grief. We say thank you, friends, for you showed me Love. The most eternal and faithful and abiding one of all.