Fleeting Thoughts

There are times at which hearing of death creates this existential distance in the mind to ponder your own life. When my uncle died last November, I felt it. Not a panic like running out of time, but more like fear of wasting the precious time you have. No matter how long I think, who I talk to, what emotions bubbles up; I end up getting to one place. The result of the drizzles of my thoughts always comes down to impermanence. From something big such as life as you know it with your chosen cast, to an emotion you feel or a bruise on your body. Knowing that is my lesson makes knowing my priorities and acting on them even more so important. It's difficult to see what is really important until it's forced upon you - whether that be a job, a decision, or simply the way you choose to live. I seek positive inertia. Moving in a positive direction, not dwelling on the past or past decisions, not worrying about that which I have no power to change, or giving too much thought to small issues. I'm here in my life... I'm able to choose... I have one life to lead... and I'm going along happily and gratefully.

Goodbye to Grandma Pat, with whom I lost my first baby tooth.

Goodbye Mr Manley, who I met 20 years ago with his daughter, on our weekend doubles ski trips with Uncle Gene.