Dusk on the Water…osprey viewed from a small dinghy as she passed overhead…
May 24, 2019
“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
In truth it feels right to say that I am always changing, but to say that the morph is just another layer on my life implies a covering like a new coat of paint and that isn’t right.
Sometimes the Changing is more like an added piece to the puzzle that gives dimension to my Being, or another daub of color on the painting that is Me.
The little girl who lost her Momma before the Time of Remembering is still a part of me and I see her sometimes in the reflection of the still river.
Then again we see not only with our eyes, but with our hearts and souls and our perspective is skewed by our experiences and our desires, so perhaps we change our interpretation as we flow with the Perpetual Change.
That means I am a work in progress…
I recently watched Night Train to Lisbon and was totally blown away by Pascal Mercier’s writing.
“Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us — what happens with the rest?”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon