Only this morning I realized that it is over a month since I wrote here. Perhaps it is increasing age, but I also think it is the pace of life and the escalating demands of getting ready for winter here. Whatever it is, I am realizing that a) I get
fewer things done in an allotted time; b) I am forgetting small things as I start one thing and end up doing another before finishing it. In the UK (there is a humorous film about it) it is called "senior ADD." Funny and poignant all at once.
have another experience of this undeniable change of life now. This past week, as I was standing at the kitchen counter trying to remember what it was I was going to take out of the fridge, I felt an inner shift in the empty space of what it was I was trying
to recall, which felt like a pair of brackets with nothing between them. As this image came to me so did a sense of warm golden light reaching towards me from the future, filling those empty spaces. It was deeply consoling. I knew it was my dying, my shifting
towards the next life after this one. It was a clear embracing sense of being drawn forward into a new life. I wrote a poem about it called "Brackets" which you will find in "Poeming 2" in the menu of this website.