For me on this lush and wet and hot day, the first hint of the season that everything changes, nothing remains the same, all of time rushes on…
I gather one of the interesting mysteries for physicists is the question why time seems to run in one direction. I also know there are those who claim otherwise.
But, for us, for human beings on this little planet spinning around a middling star at the edge of one of a hundred zillion or so galaxies, time runs one way.
So every birth brings with it a death.
So the summer, so lazy and glorious, brings with it an end.
For me in the moment,
This noticing becomes
A calling to the preciousness
of each thing
in its own time.
Birds of various sorts flitting around the feeder outside the window where I sit.
A squirrel scolding a crow for some offense I can’t discern.
The tree in front of me heavy with green, pregnant with the life of the world…
Worth a moment to notice…