Poets often speak of eternity within us. I find this hard to grasp. Perhaps I’m too literal and that’s fatal when it comes to poetry. But early this morning I was walking my little dog and experienced a sudden and heightened awareness of the new day. I found myself pondering on this new day’s connection to that long chain of days that have eternally flowed like waves to the shoreline, and at that moment, felt a fleeting sense of the eternal.
Beginnings in life are inextricably linked to growth. I’ve been pondering on this and have found that for some time now I haven’t really had any new beginnings. Am I a bit too settled? Perhaps I can go looking for some, but that’s not the way it works. New beginnings kind of knock on the door in their own time. They have their own rhythm and kairos moments about them and it has everything to do with hearing and responding, or not. I suspect my listening has become a little rusty, or maybe I’m just meant to be settled at this time.