We are none of us finished. We are perpetually moving forward, changing, growing, expanding, shrinking. As time marches forward I realize we can outgrow people as easily as we once fit into them. And this makes sense of all the people left behind, parts of myself included.
“The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.” – Victor Hugo
I feel twinges of regret, lamenting all that has come and all that has gone. I’ve forgotten faces and whole chapters of books I once loved. And yet, this morning, I know for each space left behind an invitation is sent out into the world for something new to fill it. And I am overcome with hope.
Something in the way she moves by James Taylor
This song brings me to a happy place!