The momentum of the season seems to be gathering speed. It's all perception, of course. The first thirty days of summer moved gently like the slow ripple of a meandering brook.
The brook opens into a rushing river.
Days flow one into another with such force that I sometimes wonder where the weeks have gone as we come to the end of July.
August is on the doorstep.
My days stream in a now familiar pattern. A morning swim, and if I'm lucky time in the sun. Afternoons at work at the church or at home. Evenings gather up moments and make space for things I was not able to do during the day. Last night was a trip across the river to Jersey for gas and a stop for provisions at Trader Joe's. Come home, put away the groceries, have something to eat, watch the Olympic equestrian events in the gardens of Versailles. Cross country.
In my quest for gymnastics, I've instead come across surfing, fencing, skateboarding, white water kayak, dressage. It's been a delight to watch.
The poem that inspired this writing series begins ~
Be glad dear soul for what you have / You now have a hundred summer days / And today is the first.
It ends ~
Pay close attention to where you stand / Before you know it, tomorrow has become yesterday, / Wandering (through life) goes so fast. / Pay close attention to what you receive / Which is a hundred summer days a year, / And tomorrow is the second.
Be glad, dear soul, for what you have. You now have these summer days. Pay close attention to where you stand.
Before you know it . . .
The days flow, a rushing river . . .
You can never enter the same river . . .
The flow changes everything . . .
Still, we have . . .
So much.
Tomorrow Has Become Yesterday is a daily writing practice that opens a landscape of discovery into my own human experience.
Katherine Cartwright has been blogging since 2012, and each year brings new wonders. She asks big questions of the small things in life.
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