And it goes faster and faster every year. It seems like I just get finished putting away the picnic supplies and white clothes after Labor Day when its time dress in some costume disquise, give thanks for the harvest and our blessings, then its the Christmas/Chanukah/Kwanza/Solstice/Mawlid el-Nabi smorgasbord of holidays. All wonderful, all beautiful in their own way chocked full of meaning and time for reflection and sharing our blessings.
When you've traveled on this lonely planet of ours around the sun as many times as I have, you might begin get lost in the rush, the blur, the unstoppable passage of time. And that's when I realize. Every day really comes just once. Today, a Friday, will never come again. And that's when I remind myself to stop, smell the proverbial roses (when in season) and be present. Let tomorrow take care of itself. It will be here soon enough.