A Pause for a Paragraph

Hmm... I 'm watching the rain, looking at my unfinished boat, the overgrown yard, the pots and pans in the sink, a lonely guitar, a tattered copy of Walden--and this: a few words in my blog. Today I'll choose my blog, if only for a few moments. For me, summer is a sea of options where everything becomes a choice--which can be difficult after a busy school year where it seemed I never really had "choice." The piles of paperwork, reading, sports, kids, and routines that kept me busy from early morning to late night are now the vignettes of another passing year.  When you reach my age, there is a heightened poignancy to the passage of time and a recognition of our collective indebtedness to the gift of time. In my tattered copy of Walden there is a line that has always stuck with me: "You can't kill time without wounding eternity." There is a lot I can do today, and there will be a lot left undone; but, the chores and cares of my summer days are like collecting agates on the seashore: that one looks good,so does that one...and eternity is saved for another day.

Comments

[Scott B]

Very thoughtful indeed. Ethan would like this.