I sat in the garden embraced by the evening light, pondering on the day’s experiences. Where does the past go? Does it simply melt away like morning mist in the rising sun, or does it pass into a mysterious, invisible and universal library to be referenced for some great, cosmic recollection; or is it destined to travel endlessly around some karmic circle repeating itself over and over again. I’m not sure, but the one thing I am sure of is that this too will pass.
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Eternal questions, Lovely photo.
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Thanks, Dan.
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Yes, I have asked the same questions. Your photo is beautiful.
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Thank you, Lynette.
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Wonderful thought that I often have pondered myself. The world is a mysterious yet wonderful place. 🙂
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Sandra, you’re right, the world is a mysterious place. Thank you for your comment.
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Delightful ideas to ponder. I think much of my past rumbles around in my head, bumping into other pasts and getting all mixed up in there. 🙂
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Sounds like a bit of past indigestion there, LuAnne.😊
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Don, I read this article this morning and thought of you. A quote from it that I wrote down was “The rebirth of former ‘selves’ happens all the time, moment by moment, day by day, year by year and these rebirths become quite obvious if we pay attention to them.” What the writer failed to include in the article was a practice for noticing rebirths. But I did have to ponder what my former ‘selves’ might be. And I thought of this wonderful post from a few days ago. Peace.
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Thank you for this, LuAnne. So appreciate the thought. So much to explore in those words. I wonder what we would find if we sharpened our consciousness of those little rebirths in our lives?
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