The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
These days, more than ever, I'm trying stay focused on the minute I'm standing in...to not let my mind replay 'what-if's' from the past, ad nauseam, or drift too far into future what-if's that just cause worry and needless stress...
...because balance has been thrown all out of whack for the time being. Between class and studying and my job and quick trips to see my parents and kids moving back home, I've had no time for regular morning walks or work-outs or works-in-progress.
My body is feeling it. I have a summer cold, the first time I've been sick in ages.
Thank goodness the pace has slowed. I relished my walk this morning and quit procrastinating on paying bills tonight in time to rock in my chair on the deck with a dog snoozing beside me, watching the sun slip below the horizon, behind silhouetted trees and telephone poles.
I watched as it pull its swirling scarves of pink and salmon behind it until there was nothing left but a deep azure sky...and the buzzing of mosquitoes in my ear.
It's hard to believe tomorrow is the first day of August. The month has a big question mark stamped on it.
It will be a month of transition...finishing up classes and getting my real estate license, starting on a real career for perhaps the first time in my life, while trying to emotionally support my parents and kids as they face big life transitions at the same time.
It won't be easy, but it will be rewarding, and what more could we ask from life?