Sometimes I remember.
I remember that I am a continuation of someone.
The source of the spring called "me" began long ago and far away.
I look at the place I occupy now and find it absorbing and it somehow nullifies the past by it's "nowness".
I have always been a wife, mother, teacher.
I have taught ballet at Friday School forever.
I can't recall how it felt to cook with gluten.
That's not the truth.
But I forget it's not the truth.
Tonight as I looked out the window to the balcony I caught a reflection.
It was a reflection of our bedroom.
Over our bed hung a sun and moon mask from Venice.
It's a symbol of dusk.
The calm luminiousness of the moon uniting with the blazing passion of the sun to form a union of moderation; peace.
I used to expand on this theme, every relationship had a dusk, I believed. The passion of personalities finding a safe haven of acceptance. The melding of spirits to produce beauty. The Venn Diagram of life.
I discovered all this while running around Europe.
I was in those days much more the beaming sun than the subtle moon.
I was impulsive and a little, well....wild.
But I was not finished.
God has worked and whispered and sustained and I am changed.
I lived today on fast forward. My full concentration was in the moment and the next moment, I did not once look over my shoulder, until tonight....
When I caught a reflection of the sun and moon that have given theme to my life.
Then I remembered.
I remembered that I am a continuation of someone.
And I am still going...
And this is good....
Because I'm still a little wild.